She snapped

Twist my knee,
I feel the pain,
But it didn’t wake,
Death snapped her fingers and I awoke…
Awful,
Miserable even…
I spoke…
There was a life,
There was a flower,
There is grease and there are stains…
Yet,
these pains…
No matter how many times I ask…
Why do you stake?
Nothing at stake?…
My heart and soul,
Nothing in the universal aspect…
Or was it everything?

“You.
You’re all the same.”
Death whispered…
So beautiful…
yet,
Why am I insane?

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