a deal with death (short poem)
Okay, You – whoever came up with
You can just stop now.
We’re tired of it.
And honestly? All those inanimate things?
Those cold-blood corpses, littering up the earth?
It would be so much easier not to deal with them.
I want my family back.
Hows about a trade – I’ll give you that
All lifeless and dream-cold.
You give me my mom.
I’ll toss another graveyard in
For my best friend and my grandparents.
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