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Death
Death knocks on my door-
like my future best friend
The ever dying, undying, will to live wilts like an oxidised avocado.
She is no longer a lover that calls every night.
No. Death is my neighbour.
My affairs to the waking world cause me to be strangled by my thoughts in my dreams.
Death caresses my hair to comfort a soured dream, caused by her.
I will not scream to sight that unknown being.
She walks behind me ever so patiently-
Mocking
Mimicking
Mindless .
She knows- I to life
Am a future best friend.
© Staircase
image from: unsplash by Pawel Czerwinski
like my future best friend
The ever dying, undying, will to live wilts like an oxidised avocado.
She is no longer a lover that calls every night.
No. Death is my neighbour.
My affairs to the waking world cause me to be strangled by my thoughts in my dreams.
Death caresses my hair to comfort a soured dream, caused by her.
I will not scream to sight that unknown being.
She walks behind me ever so patiently-
Mocking
Mimicking
Mindless .
She knows- I to life
Am a future best friend.
© Staircase
image from: unsplash by Pawel Czerwinski
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