Pumpernickel

Death’s Grasp:

As loose as my legs after the toughest day,

I say…

Hold me tight…

She lets go,

Yet,

I feel my heart squeeze…

Choking on emotions…

To think life was firm was my vaguest mistake,

Memory upon memory…

I can’t remember taste…

Flood the oven it’s too cold in here…

I missed you…

Living “Right”?

Now,

What can that mean?

When Death gets ahold

It might matter if something is left…

Flour and flower.

Bread on Earth.

Bred by Earth,

It might be sour though…

What’s there?

Life around the corner?

Infinite corners…

Existing is part of reality…

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