I think I would welcome Death
if he came knocking at my door tonight.

I would greet him like an old friend and he would ask how I was. I would tell him that I haven't been feeling quite like myself lately.
Then, I would offer him a cup of tea.
He would nod and I would put the kettle on.

We'd sit at the kitchen table in silence until the kettle began to whine.
We'd drink Earl Grey with two sugars.
Then discuss business.

"Is it going to hurt?" I'd ask.
"Only a little." he'd respond.

I would cautiously sip my tea, careful not to burn my tongue.
Death would wait to drink his tea until it was cold and molding.

Death would tell me I looked lovely in the moonlight.
I'd tell him that's because my tear stained face and puffy eyes were less noticeable in the dark.

"Perhaps you could just **** the sadness inside of me." I would suggest as we stared out the window.
"That would be killing your entirety." he would reply.

And then I would gladly welcome Death as he kissed me goodnight and finally gave me some peace.