Marry*
rests in repose
The crowd of bystanders  
not  yet aware of her departure
They can't see the daggers
driven in still
Denial hangs thick in the air
choking and suffocating
Some of us stay shrouded
Our period of mourning intermittently
punctuated  
with the sting of
Sharp
Hot
Tears
Then divine numbness as we slip
into the coma of the day