#glasschild
Death has been
Chasing me.
As a child,
I used to hide
In my mother’s
Gritted teeth
And shield
From my father’s
Bleeding screams.
Death was there,
Watching me,
Studying me.
I wondered
If she would
Take me,
Keep me safe,
But she just…
She just stood there.
My feet
Took me farther,
I was taller,
Wiser and
Somehow
Younger.
I knew less,
My world
Had changed,
I had a sister now.
Death came again,
She held
My sister’s hand,
She held it
So tight
I thought
She would break it.
She didn’t.
She just
Broke her spirit.
My sister is cursed,
Death has been
Chasing her.
Maybe Death
Wasn’t after me,
Maybe she was
Warning me.
I decided then.
I spent years
Preparing,
Folding my clothes,
Writing letters,
Choosing a luggage.
If Death
Wanted something,
She could take
My childhood,
My dreams,
My shadows.
She could take
Me.
Death has been
Chasing me.
I cannot
Escape,
I can only
Outrun her.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 4:40 PM UTC