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Jun 2016
It was around four in the morning
Death tapped at the window,
"What do you want!?"  "It's well past three you already know this."
there was no reply which there is never a reply
from Death.
I grabbed a cigarette from my bag
a beer from the fridge
and all the thoughts from my head,
I headed to the backyard
turned the porch light on
and there sat Death
I took a seat across from her
face pitch black.
"What do you want *****?"  "You got nothing better to do but to wake my *** up?!"  "Dip ****, I could still be having some pretty good wet dreams if it wasn't for your *******."
I lit my cigarette and opened my beer, Death stared and I stared right back.
"You have this confidence about you, only if you had a voice your character would have so much more personality."
Death stared
as I blew cigarette smoke into
her empty black face,
Cali came and sat beside me
I took a big swill of my beer
"So Death are we ever going to have a meaningful visit or do you really just have nothing better to do because you are getting boring baby."
at that very instant Death rose and her ***** wings ripped from behind her
piercing through her black robe
and with a beautiful jump she flew away like a swan.
"I'll see you later, baby."
as I finished my cigarette I couldn't help but wonder about next time.
"Shane, who are you talking to?"
and just like Death
there was no reply.  -Shane Book
Shane Joshua Baca
Written by
Shane Joshua Baca  Garden Grove, California.
(Garden Grove, California.)   
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