This sheds light on the given moments where we live inches away from death with or without being conscious of it. You did a great job of truly embodying the moments it feels to be in the presence of death. Coming off some recent near-death experiences this resonates with me. There's no real way of laying out how it feels but this poem comes closest!  Thank you:)

omg this reminds me of the black veil!! That is a big compliment btw. Death is such a beautiful character in writing and poetry but it has to be done right or else it sounds as hokey as caspar the friendly ghost and you did it right my friend. Great job.

Wow! I love that! I’m gonna hear that in my head when I read it from now on

In the part where you say my body was hers my eyes were hers....I immediately thought of my name was hers following that. I don't know if you like it but it got me excited when my brain automatically said it

I thoroughly enjoyed this piece and the quality of wanting to rush through it because of its intensity. Great job and happy writing!


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I just walked past Death


She had no face, well, none visible to me


I noticed her at a distance - lurking by the door - waiting


I could tell she wore something like a dress - the long kind


For a moment I thought she was a nun


Adrenaline rushed as I realized this was not a holy sight, but the embodiment of Death


All at once, she turned towards me and briskly left from the door


She held her head high - without a step of hesitation 


And began her way towards me


I knew


I just knew she desired my attention


My body was hers


My eyes were hers


Yet, in as much as I wanted to look Death in her eyes, I sheepishly looked away


I, for that reason, did not see the look on her face


And I hope I never will


One thing is for certain: 


I avoided Death today.



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