***SOME FACTS ABOUT***
CLAIRE DONAGHUE
She was a short, plump young lady,
and her face was always covered in red patches and scabs.
She helped care for her mother, who just barely escaped me.
She was a wonderful artist, and could make paints dance to her every whim.
She wasn't as skilled with words.
Surprisingly, her first learned language wasn't English,
it was sarcasm.
Though she was good at masking that from strangers,
at least, until they stopped being strangers to her.
I love the "paints dance to her every whim" part! I also really love how you wrote from the perspective of death. This is wonderful, thanks for sharing.
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