Today is the second prompt in Magaly Guerrero's "Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month," where we are asked to write Magaly a birthday dirge, which is best described as a dark birthday poem. Here's mine, accompanied by a massive doodle from my sketchbook:
Oh sweet Magaly, who takes away my breath
The joy of your birth will be matched only by your death!
When we will sing, Happy Death Day!, with a cake for our fiercest poet
And say, "This is delicious! Too bad she doesn't know it."
Everyone knows this is a joke, right? That I really don't want Magaly dead? lol!