Death Asked Life

 

Death Asked Life

April 24

by Janice Negvesky

Death asked Life
What it meant to try
To be forgotten, left under the earth,
Dry.
Like a clump of prickly, thinned out bones,
Sharp enough to pick the meat
from your own teeth,

And claw at the enemy,
Just to realize he was your own reflection.

To run out of passion
And only have enough
To straighten your back,

And curl your shoulders in reverse,
To wind until the clock stops
And flings in reverse

You’re only given time
Either live in it, or let it will define

 

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