Linda B. GambleSophie heard he was dead,
had to see for herself.
She stands at his graveside
mere yards from where Emily rests,
closes her mind to thoughts
of his evil seeping through soil,
polluting the innocent even here,
pulls blooms one after another
from a now dead bouquet,
crush of dried flowers in her fist.
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