Dancing With Death
The last time I danced with death, I stepped on his toes
Not many people can say that they’ve met death and lived to tell the tale, but I’ve done more than met him
I’ve talked with him, walked with him, even waltzed with him
You may think that death is more of a tango kind of guy, but trust me, he much prefers the waltz
Or that’s what he told me, anyway
Now that I think about it, maybe he was just saying that to get me to let my guard down
My story should be a warning to all: when you’re in the same room as death, you should never turn your back on him
No matter how charming he is, you must never let your guard down
Because that is all just a guise to get what he really wants: your heart
Not in a romantic sense, however it comes across, but in a literal sense
In order to remain the same age physically, death must consume someone’s heart once every thousand years
This can’t be just any random stranger’s heart, though,
it must be given to him willingly
Trusting death was the whole reason I got into this mess, and it’s fitting that the last thing I do on this earth, as I bleed out into the very paper I’m writing this message on, that I am trusting you, reader, to heed my warning and stay far, far away from death
There is no sure way to spot him in a crowd, because he is always changing his appearance
However, there is a way to defeat him once you are certain that it is really death you have come into contact with
He has one weakness, one way to bring him crumbling down faster than a burning building
That weakness is—
She would have found out eventually, I’m sure. How important are long-lost twin sisters, really?
Being able to hold your breath underwater in a world in the distant future that is a desert wasteland, with no water at all.
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Unless it’s natural for humans to have hearts of stone and steel-trap minds.
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Hiding underneath the bed covers
From a malevolent, evil fox
It still finds me cowering
With it’s long, pointy teeth
Blue
Tears streaming down my face
Falling faster than runners in a race
Leaving no trace
Together
Even when we are apart
Our love draws us back to each other
I see you everywhere
You have been gone now for three years
But soon, we will be reunited
Forever
Slippery snakes sliding, swerving
Sucking souls slowly
Someone sighs
Snakes succinctly supply solace
Sinking sharp-
Cliff hanger
Lucky moments
I have a handful
You have a whole bag full
One of us fell off a cliff
I miss you, she texted
But what’s the point if he has my number blocked?
He did block me, right?
Otherwise he would have responded
As she was about to leave the room, her phone pinged with a message from the person she couldn’t get out of her head:
I miss you, too