A high wire act
A tight rope walker
No one could tame
Her lion.
Her wild beast
Ate her alive.
She unzipped her
Open wounds for us
To witness
And stare at by the side
Of the road
Stopping
Because we had to.
No one could
Comfort her
No one could rescue her
No one could
Save her
From herself
From death
To birth
We love you Anne,
For what it's worth.
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