Finger on the Pulse

She was on the floor

Choking with a piece of meat lodged in her throat

She was a guest at the wedding

Dying

Put a finger on her neck

Her pulse is slowly disappearing

Better to make a sudden ad-hoc tracheostomy

Before she dies 

On the wedding dance floor

Ambulance sirens blare in the distance

Attempting to speed on the winding roads

Flashing lights

Dinner abruptly stopped

No party

No happiness

Tainted marriage

By meat death

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