“You look pretty,” someone says.
And I think: today is as good a day to die as any.
All my actions this Tuesday morning seem predetermined.
Invisible fishing line tied around my fingertips
guiding them for you, or me.
My fingers find earrings shaped like wings, gold
your gold, not my everyday silver.
Seems as good a day to die as any.
Tuesday doesn’t sit right with me, and I apologize,
I should have warned you, but
I didn’t have the words.
This morning I awoke from a nightmare,
my body strained and bent like a bow.
I didn’t understand until the message came,
broken and misspelled
-Shes critcal & fadin-
Seems as good a day to die as any.
On the bus I can’t help but see, gruesome scenes
of a quick and painless end. I pray
that the bus is struck and they find me
the only fatality.
And I think: today is as good a day to die as any.
I was guided to these golden wings,
but guarding you was never the question.
Lourdes Salangsang Fernandez Ford, you will not die today
because God will take me instead.
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