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Death should have taken her, death kinder, death gentler, death right-side-up. Death quieter, death honest, death noble. Death would have crept into the room and its shoes wouldn't have squeaked against the linoleum. Death wouldn't have rustled the crispy white sheets. Death wouldn't have disturbed the tubes, the cloudy plastic worms winding up the inside of her paper gown and into the darkness of her nostrils. Death, gentleman death, the silencer, god-almighty-it-came-so-quickly death.
His lips fluttered against her cheek, cheek white, cheek baby powdered, when he whispered "goodnight, goodnight," his fingers against her palm, palm white, palm icy. My god, my darling, there is nothing left of you. You are leaving with half of our memories. This, after all, cannot be that.
His lips fluttered against her cheek, cheek white, cheek baby powdered, when he whispered "goodnight, goodnight," his fingers against her palm, palm white, palm icy. My god, my darling, there is nothing left of you. You are leaving with half of our memories. This, after all, cannot be that.