Death

It will always hurt

but

you've slipped by Death

a handful of times

You looked at it

straight in the eyes

seeing

if it would dare

You shook it's hand

hoping for

warmth

like a hug

You invited it

into your house,

served it lukewarm tea

and kept it around

The smell would

linger

like tobacco

like burnt food

You would find

ashes

in the crevices

of your body

You could

sometimes

feel it creeping

out of your skin

Once,

It was a stray

You let it sleep

on your couch

Once,

it was hungry

You let it eat

your homemade soup

Once,

it was angry

You sat with it

and left it at that

And

yet,

here you are

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