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My Dance With The Grim Reaper

By Keely Messino
August 7, 2017
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 A black

hat,  concealing  a skull

Yellowed with passage of time

Inside Rest,  eyes, ocean blue

beautiful specs of greens

like a forest in rainy season

An empty room,  TV on high,

I can’t  silence your voice,

beautiful, Charming,

 dismal full of love.

black fabric faded,

 caressing the floor,

you smell,  

Comforting

 of wet clay,

&  fresh flowers.

You have risen from your Crypt,

your home for many years,

just to see me,  your eyes

still overflowing with life,

passion and creativity.

I sip my hot tea,

Smile awkwardly,

your eyes twinkle

 I Let Go,

of the steel which,

   is my prison.

Frightened &  joyful

I fall into your arms

Unafraid,

loud metallic sound,

your  pretenses fall

to the floor.

we will survive,

Early as we die.

 my heart is dark,

my heart is pure,

my heart is yours.

we will  my dear

rest in peace

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