How excruciatingly painful

The simple act of closure

29 pages of memories,

could-have-beens,

grey promises.



75,003 characters

Of dedication and loyalty meant nothing

and my thoughts bring only

Unshed tears

That chose instead

To mourn the loss of something deep inside

A feeling, a home, the love of a family promised

Long long ago in vain

Now forgotten.



It's better this way,

It's okay.



Eyes may twitch

One may burn, with

Unshead tears

That chose instead

To remember the good

Because it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's better this way.

Tell me about the wicked witch of the west,

Tell me about her black pointy hat,

Her black screeching cat.

The night she flew thru the sky,

The night she touched the stars and danced for the moon,

Her dance a gift and a goodbye.

Tell me more about the wicked witch of the west,

Tell me about her auburn hair as it turned to dust,

Her angel voice, her last scream through the air it ******,

Tell me about her godly form in the flame, her last words whispered

A deep cut through our chest.

Tell me more about my sister,

Tell me about the Wicked Witch of the West.