Eve wore pink at Hazel’s funeral.
Standard procedure for your arch nemesis.
She did not plan on speaking.
But after the umpteenth eulogy
painting Hazel as an angel,
she stole the mic.
People laughed at her honest memories
of the bad bitch who was Hazel.
Eve found herself listing good qualities, too…
she had some, after all.
Hadn’t they even shared a laugh or two?
Her voice broke.
A good nemesis knows you better than anyone
and hers was gone.
She already missed her.
No one cried more than Eve at Hazel’s funeral.