They said, "Utter profanity"
Body icy cold,
Yet Flaring.
She rose in glory;
Fell lifeless in obscurity.
Those neighbors Worshipped her,
Told, how she Overdosed in the attic;
And the summer of 62',
When she drove the Morris Minor into the river.
Call Dr.Horder she said,
Sealed doors to the children's room,
Let the gas spread like dread.
Put her head into the oven,
Waited for the explosion
Sylvia, did it hurt?
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Fire and Flood
PoetryShe hardly met sunshine, Her lover in disguise, But when they met, They drew colourful rainbows on the skies.
