Jul 2020
The tender stroke of death
closed my eyes one final time.
“𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 .”
Blood dripped down the edge of the bath,
my naked body in a sea of red.
“𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.”
closed my eyes one final time.
“𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 .”
Blood dripped down the edge of the bath,
my naked body in a sea of red.
“𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺.”
Is Death the destroyer or nearly the ferryman?
A conversation with death.
A conversation with death.
