Weep by Alex Gibson

She grasps her wife’s wedding bouquet,

a teardrop glistens in the day.

The masses of black merely stare,

they recite the final prayer.

She flails her arms in agony, 

flowers upon mahogany.

Into the ground the box must go,and all her love to depths below.

Alex Gibson is a full time student at Hagerstown Community College. They enjoy writing poetry and short stories. They currently have no published work. 

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