Poem -

What happened to Rita?

What happened to Rita?

Time time
Is coming
To die 
Prepare
A white sheet 
Closing eyes 
Time time 
--
What happened to Rita 
In her ghost frame 
Eyes in pain 
Walking somnambulantly through the cracks 
Of her past life 
--
Hospital admittance 2AM
White Caucasian female 
Age 41; emaciated
Resisting staff 
Administered Valium 
--
Ghosts in the hospital ward 
What happened to Rita taunt 
Until every eye is wet 
Every heart is dead 
Every soul lead 
--
What 
happened to Rita 
:
what happened to Rita
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what happened to Rita
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Jai Masters

Yes that's where she is today; very sad. 

Thank you Lisa, I feel your good name in my heart. 

luv Jai:) 

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Larry Ran

My Dear Brother Poet Jai,

Oh, our dear Rita, barely four decades old.  So young, too young to perish from this Earth.  Yet, life slayed you, you fell through the "cracks", until your emaciated body gave out.  Only eighty-three pounds left of what once was a powerful frame.  Only moments left until your sweet misguided soul departs.  Oh Rita, our dear Rita.  Whatever happened to Baby Jane?

Peace and Love,

Larry xxx

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Jai Masters

 Dear Larry, 

 She died! Rita died and they buried her yesterday:(. 

 I don't know baby Jane  but doesn't sound good either ?

All ghosts 

merry Christmas ?

Jai:)

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