I'm Sorry for Your Loss

by Dani L. Foster


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​I watch as grief sinks its claws into you.
As it drags you down,
Drowning.

And I don’t know how to save you. 
I’ve never swam in that despair,
I’ve yet to be scarred by loss like yours. 

I’m in line, biding the guillotine. 
Watching as death strikes down 
and takes from those around me. 

Cringing away from the future, 
Where I will be sliced.
My heart marred forevermore.

I feel like I am playing Russian Roulette. 
Click. Click. Click. Click. Click
Azrael comes for us all in time.

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Dani L. Foster writes from the Rocky Mountains. Foster is at work on her first novel.