inspired by searching for strange headlines.
hours before diana died, she was alive.
her lungs sang with air
and her cheeks were stained red
blasted by the chill.
in the hours before diana died, she still was alive
alphabetizing the nonfiction in the bookstore
only deviating her concentration
when her boss asked if she could tackle biographies next.
in the time frame shortly before diana was abruptly deceased, she continued to breathe
heels snapping along the wood floors
until the toes locate a tiny crack in the wood
large enough to send her flying to the ground.
her knees hit the floor
her chest soon follows
her head cracks back
and it is over before her sightless eyes
are able to gaze dully at the ceiling.
in the minutes after diana was alive before she died
her lungs are not singing
they are not even crying for last whispers of air
and her cheeks are stained with white roses
a color slowly spreading across her body.