Like Melted Ice Cream

Like Melted Ice Cream

Bam, she had died.

Engulfed was her life,

Like desert against snow.

Ice cream on cement floor,

Those tears, melange in vanilla

A hint of salt, now a sizzling stain,

Washed away, by the days rain.

Like harsh winds on brittle skin.

There! That clarity and focus,

Within the majority of blur.

There… once was, has been,

Forgotten.

Dead.

Dead, like melted ice cream.

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