Pink isn't feminine

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"The rise of a king and the fall of a queen."
a month later

Wilted and brittle flowers are scattered
all along her headstone, Moss already forms
on the top and it depressed me.
Every single part of me wants to deep clean every inch
of her grave, to sweep away the rotten and dead looking flowers,
To scrub her gravestone, to rid the dirt that is collecting into her name and dates. But, it would only trick me into believing her death was recent and sudden. It would be a lie. Letting it become like the rest of these graves will remind me she is dead, and will remain that way. She will decompose at the age of forever seventeen and my body continues to age ahead of her, she is eternally young, and I will become so old. It is unfair.
I get up and touch the quote she insisted on having.

"ONE: PINK ISN'T FEMININE"