Death sometimes
creeps around on little
delicate sneaky feet
but not this time
It comes crashing in,
a bull in a
china closet,
smashing ruthlessly
painfully
Death lingers and teases
on its big
lumbering feet,
pounding,
throbbing,
stabbing,
daring us to wish
it would just finish
up the job
and leave us
alone


Comments: 5
Thank you MaryBeth - - - You are very brave !