unable to talk any longer
her moans and groans
is she in pain. does she know where she is.
can she feel her body shutting down.
can she see anymore. hear. feel.
the weight.
the heaviness
of wanting
to remove all that.
a human
unable to do away with that.
the angels of darkness,
Aletta and Quincy,
full of compassion and grace at 9PM
on a Johannesburg Saturday night.
Their clear, reassuring
instructions.
We will now check to make sure
She has departed. Say your goodbyes.
We will now take off her rings.
You may wish to
We will now
My wretched father and uncle
appalled at the prospect of
helping to heave her new husk
into a body bag and onto a gurney,
jumping to attention when
their manly muscles were required
The saddest,
happiest,
most curious
most exhausted girl in the world
adamant
at taking in every second with her eyes, her body
the sound of the wheels clicking
into place
rolling across the bricks and up the driveway
into a van.
doors close
she walks away.
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