psychological fanfare.

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This is the dove's resting place
here, on frosted fingers
ready to collapse and give in
for something good,
to provoke something
perhaps an escape from loneliness
a kind of recession
whose gift is flight.

This is your support:
two white veils
frosted as the bird's nest,
but without that same nostalgia.
If once you were ready to die,
now you are even less prepared
when the noose isn't crafted with love
and doesn't greet you with that same, heartwarming smile
and even the tomb has a bit more space:
it could fit two.