She’s gone
snuffed out with just a thought
not a person could save her
or her body
or her works
dead and gone
the gift of being mortal
the gift of life
to gift your body into the hands of another
because there is no fight
there never was
pain is an act of life
death is the grand-finale
but there’s no going out with a bang
it will be far less extravagant than that
-Saschia
Jayne.press 
This is quite a dark poem. It’s well written but what inspired it? If you don’t mind me asking
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I’m not really sure exactly what inspired it. I don’t mind you asking. I like playing with Solipsism in my writing. I think here I’m referring to both the meaningless of life and the fragility of it.
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