they say life is too short, but someone's too short life
stretches our days to infinite darkness
hearts overripe, every pulse, a ghost that carries our name
'all the disadvantages of this world are due to
the insecurities of the person themselves'
the accuracy of Christina's twitter
as it turns to a tribute page
leaves us bone-bare swaying in a little song
the utopia of the 27 club profaned
kids now dream to be 21, dream of fame but pray
to remain unwatched by the eye of the barrel
YouTube hosts Christina's contagious smile
and her passion carrying through the masses
breaking our limbs in endless chaos, as she gives a razor sharp rendition of 'Titanium'
you shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium
can mothers encourage their daughters
to go after their dreams anymore? and should brothers
accompany their sisters heavily armed?
it is pitch-dark and none of us is titanium
we are the wilting flowers and tear-soaked teddy bears
that fans leave at the scene of her last breath
in the morning bracing for the news
people feed our death gasps with unsolicited blaming and shaming
but there are no answers that make Christina's dream palpable
and Christina wakeable
titanium, a deathless star
was born June 10th
the rest of us dragged along a corroded curtain
helplessly repeating I love you-s to close ones
till the next tragedy
Ana Prundaru is a Romanian transplant in the birthplace of milk chocolate, who splits her free time between creative endeavors and volunteering for animal welfare causes. Recent work is forthcoming from DIAGRAM and the Journal of Compressed Creative Arts.