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Dying

DYING
by Guinevere Knight


She had always been dying.
At least she had always claimed she was
The day I met her she was dying
The day I left she was dying
And because she was dying she refused to live
She had always been dying.
So many lost chances, lost dreams, lost hopes, lost adventures
“Why bother, I might be dead tomorrow” was her mantra
Why bother saving money? Why bother leaving the abuse? Why bother learning a new skill? Why bother traveling?
Why bother why bother why bother
She had always been dying.
“Why bother?”
The war cry of the unimaginative
The lament the scared
The sister of “I could have”
The aborter of “I will”
She had always been dying.
Everyone had heard
Everyone she knew
From a thousand imagined illnesses
From a million imagined accidents
From her insistence that she was
She had always been dying.
And now that she has no one will notice.
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