Jul 2018
death is a tiny girl in pink —
with yellow hair
and stick legs -
coming out at twilight , she
knocks
on your door with her claws in a fist
and
smiles wide at you
from the
dark.
.
.
a wolf in sheeps hide ,
but
she is only
a
sheep
(not even)
and
she wants to hold your hand .
.
with yellow hair
and stick legs -
coming out at twilight , she
knocks
on your door with her claws in a fist
and
smiles wide at you
from the
dark.
.
.
a wolf in sheeps hide ,
but
she is only
a
sheep
(not even)
and
she wants to hold your hand .
.
I’ve been playing a lot of love Nikki recently which helped develop this but it was really inspired by another poem I read where they described death as a little girl who listens to the world from underneath the ground
