Death is Snow
Death is upon her. Death is persistent. Death be not
proud. Death is a series of twitches, days worth.
Death is snow. Death moans and screams. Death
is not easy, death is not random, death is not timid,
death runs on time; death hangs in the air, then
dives from on high, but not always that quick in the
suffering phase. Death is Catholic. Death is not
pretty. Death is white. Death is ginger ale, death
is dehydration, death is omniscient. Death leaves
bills to pay; death does not smile or frown. Death
is a whisper. Death comes fast for those in a hurry.
Death waits at the doorstep, greeting old friends.
Death reunites, tears asunder, acts as the final good-bye.
Death motivates. Death inspires. Death has its own terms.
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