Death, you are the story of my life,
I wish that today were your death-day, but it is not.
Because you are still alive and well, you haunt me.
Peeking around corners,
showing up in the gummy grin of a baby,
hiding in between the little pink lines on the stick,
streaking the back windsheild of my SUV,
Painting the pages of every book,
Sprawled out on the side of every country road,
You lurk in the shadows.
Life captures my heart, and you steal it back in an instant.
Beauty catches my breath, and you turn the catch into suffocation.
You corrupted my mind.
There is no joy that is not tainted by your gruesome breath.
One day, oh death, you will be the one suffocated.
You will be the one who bleeds out.
You will be drowned.
You will be beaten, tortured, defeated.
Death, you will die.
And we will live.