I’ve decided to call this one “Un-Unique” because I evidently thought that was a thing. /rp
A collage of emotions, guilt framed in waiting.
Embalmed and preserved,
Sealed in colored jars with corresponding labels.
Anniversary tears, by appointment only.
Lonely, liquid life,
Expected shocks, Un-unique in devastation.
Computerized conscience, common to all mourners.
Predesigned for grief.
What treachery to view, dry-eyed, these sole moments.
Traitor, civilization ordains you shall grieve.
Loud are life’s alarms,
The polls are in, the majority rules, cry now.