This poem is laid out with exact line breaks — it reads best on a larger screen or laptop. On a phone, long lines wrap to fit.
Death and I sit across from each other Like old friends Who chased each other round sandy playgrounds Too shy from the passing of time To jump straight into conversating. I stare into her eyes. She's prettier than I remember Her skin used to look so cold And sharp Now it's flush with warmth. "You can come back you know" I don't know what back means, but I know I'm tired. Maybe I can spend the night. One last time.