“Friend”

AlinaVanderson

“Friend”

I’ve been thinking about death I cannot lie

He writes me letters and I reply

He checks my pulse until it stops

And lays me down in a wooden box

No doubt that's simply what deaths about

He shuts your eyes and closes your mouth

To seal the deal he lays a note

On my chest below my throat

A note in ink that clearly reads

Here lies his friend

He no longer needs.

 

  • Author: AlinaVanderson (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 8th, 2018 10:26
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • syddie

    Bravo!! love it. tells so much.

  • draculazy

    The imagery is wonderful, I love this 🙂

  • charriot789

    Love it. Check mine out, similar category.



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