holding onto disaster

and breaching consequences
required erasing actions
with fingerless hands
and a pair of eyes
that could not place repercussion
in its correct sequence

the sympathetic
would accept her apologises
and smile candidly
at her white lies

the cans of worms
did not come with return addresses

she stood in places
she would never belong
opposite glossy displays
and underneath broken lights
everything looked the way
it should,
normal and undisturbed
but the colours were all wrong
reality burnt the shades lighter

with every
“I thought you’d left”
there was a possibility
she would never return

she could see the condolences
and bowed heads
towards the approaching wooden coffin
which should have been white

she despised lilies