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Restrained in a wheelchair
she'd do absolutely anything
to feel mowed grass
beneath her sandaled feet
with her swishing black
cherry dress draped in
knitted floral lace buttoned
above her ripe pumpkin
breasts untouched since that
fatal night of flashing
lights and swirling sirens
in liquor moments burning
dried out throats gawking
at her spilled red
wine blood coating her
long frosted gingerbread hair
like a hair net
hiding the beauty beneath
soaked fabric when viewed
by pedestrians instead of
loved ones stroking her
paled rose cheeks gently
before kissing her pouty
lips cracked wide open
along with her tender
skin around her left
coconut shell eye singing
a sweet love song
gone wrong in one
moment as her eyes
stare out beyond glass
windows at his delicately
inscribed grave shining below
rainbows of hope.