Death is one contentious motherfucker. His name carries your weight and it should be enough. Still, you cannot rise. Dying would be like bathing in someone else’s skin. A hello, a goodbye, a perfect eyelash on your cheek. He lifts his hand and you are parched.

8 thoughts on “Him

  1. oh death and I are old friends I relate.

    are you in love romantically with your wife. I love my husband as a person not in love I’m 50 and I’m gonna be happy thats my goal he is a narcissist I’m not affected by it i can be fuck you. The truth is I stabbed a man. So he knows it’s in me I’ve taken too much shit so bring it lol

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