Medicated mourning,

holes prepared before the numbers are counted,

a mirror of ordinary,

swallowed by a far fetched plot to disregard and disrespect,

windows cracked open,

riddles made from substitute rules,

a few minutes before the hour,

the wicked widow walks with a slant,

her shadow nonexistent,

her twisted soul unkempt,

silent and lost,

a forgotten moment,

a song sung,

a whisper undone…