Death Was Crawling
Death was crawling
on my skull when I
was buried under
leaves. Its grin was
large. The balls of its
eyes were wide and
beaming. Its laughter
was sharp and loud.
Death sucked my marrow,
chewed on my skeleton,
ate all the flesh from
every bone in my body.
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