Hannah is fake to death,

even faked her fucking death

just to see her parent’s reaction;

had a funeral service,

and the works,

watching her folks sob

from a distance.

With no dead body,

there wasn’t a crime.

Heartbroken, her mother edged

to live on life’s edge,

cheating with her husband’s

best friend.

Hannah snuck into the man’s

home after dark and slid crushed

sedatives into his water and slid under his

couch until he went to bed.

She slipped out of the sliding glass

door only to hear a report of a man

overdosing on sleeping pills.

Hannah cracked a devious grin.

This joke turned into more than viewing

life from the passenger seat.

But when her lies caught up to her lips,

the stars in her diamonds aligned.

Hannah made love to me in my catnaps,

but the sultry nights weren’t dreams at all.

Mom barged in, flipping on the light.

I wish I faked my own death!

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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