she staggered along and nearly fell backward down the steps
her young son was embarrassed & hurried on with his small
family
he was a dad now even those he'd never
had one
she was a lovely woman, whose love for
another woman
was
now drowning in an acrid pool
of
H & Alcohol
The red lipstick, although I'd never ever seen her wear any before
hung down from her lips, across her chin in an almost
razor like cut
she looked not long for this world
yet, I could understand
her deep grieve & silent lament