Death is odd.
Its portrayed differently
Whenever I see it in movies.
But I’ve always been sure of how it is.
Death sounds like cars screeching,
A truck’s horn blaring,
A bike running off the road.
Like frail hiccups, wheezing for air.
It sounds like a ringing in the ears.
Death feels like the pavement,
Of asphalt and sweat.
It feels like the roasting of muscles,
Gooey rubber melting into skin.
The bushes and thistle a piercing cradle.
Death smells like the everyday.
Like the cool morning air,
Of flame floating like cherry blossoms,
The smoke of engines flying past.
Death isn't a flash of your life.
Death isn't the patience of waiting for your ferry.
Death isn't the burning of Hell,
Nor the silence of Purgatory.
Death isn't Saint Peter waiting at the gates.
Death is nothing.
And yet,
She was everything that night.
reminds me of that one tweet (LOL) thats like. "i hope death is like being carried to your room when you were a child and fell asleep on the couch during a party, i hope you can hear the laughter from the next room"
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