You feel a relief and you let out a cry,
two parts struggle and fight for control.
Do the heavens claim them and open up the skies,
or does Lucifer swallow them deep below?

Perhaps they remain on this earth for a time,
relishing in their newly found fame.
The word *****, the insufferable ooze and the slime
excreting from those who hardly knew their name.

You long to sob tears but they never come,
so you fake it and hope no one’s noticing.
Twist up your face and personify your glum,
display the illusion and own the sting.

The trauma they bred comes flooding back now,
slamming your ribs with a punch.
Their lies and deceit stain your brain like a vow
and topple your spine with a “crunch!”

But below they are now and below they will stay
till’ the maggots have had their fun.
Outside all adorned with tears and bouquets,
inside it’s all over and done.