Challenge
Death impersonated pays you a visit. How do you greet him/her?
Poetry or prose, 100 words max. Tag me.
Deaths’s quick visit (a true and personal story)
My lips were parched.
My eyes were sunken in,
they were hiding from my pale deserted face.
Each breath was a painful sacrifice
that my lungs no longer wants to participate in.
My heartbeats were sprinting so hard and fast.
The nurses were testing my fingers for oxygen.
but they were so cold and stiff, none of them wanted to communicate
Awoken by a miracle and heard the nurse said
'' is she dead?"
Slowly making my way to consciousness,
I looked at death and said
"I see you come to visit me, but I won't let you in. "
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