misery
alone
in a crowded pew, he stared
at the crying people.
the priest droning on,
pounding his ears and temples.
he
sat thinking of her, his eyes glistening
with tears. wiping it away
before it started, the inevitable
torrential rain of the heart. with his knuckles
between
his teeth, he stopped the floodgates
from opening. he tasted
metallic bitterness as he
saw the bleeding of his hands. the
sobbing
continued, as the priest murmured
prayers and requests
and the non-existent virtues
of departed souls, he suddenly stood
up.
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