Poetry, When You Pray

Wash the Evil from Your Hearts

The death silence

Is the one thing

You’d remember

If you were there.

 

But you are not.

Your long hair,

unwashed

And the party

Clothes stored away.

 

Because nobody

Is left to celebrate

The day evil

Eats the heart.

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