Alyssa Jacobson

Rookie (Georgia)

Funeral

As the wind blows through my hair
And the raindrops pelt my face,
I listen to the preacher and
Avoid her pale white face
I knew the meds weren't helping
And her time was drawing near
And although I avoid the casket,
It's not her I most fear.
I fear that if I catch a glimpse,

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