one way death comes

One Way Death Comes

Like a
slow
gray mother.


Like a
black cushion
closing in
from all
sides.


Your mind
empties,
washed out
& tepid.


The lilt
leaves
your voice.


“Hush now,”
says death.
“Hush.”


Things fade
into seamless
repetition.


You slide
into
capitulation.

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