She always threaded her hair
with a ribbon three inches
wide, red as her lover's suicide
her face dark as the miday
alaskan sky, black eyes
ice-smooth and reflective
of a heart that had scabbed
like a hole, that indifferent
piece of meat. we never met
him, or her really. we never
knew her, all the years we
knew her, it's still amazing
how much we never really knew.


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This does merit a second and a third read.