I am obsessed with death
And all of her clichés
The slick sharp sickle scythe
Planter’s tool of reaping
Taking and keeping
The souls of all
The black hooded robe
Kind of monkish
Simplistic style
The anorexic
Boney figure
Badass bleached bones

But death is not that poetic
It is messy
Brown stained draws
From last evacuation
Pools of red
Dead is dead
There is more art in living
Than there is in dying