Dear Death,

You're such a tease. With your slight brushes. Your little flirting. Sometimes I smell you in empty hospital rooms. You hang around the elderly like a stage curtain ready to be brought down, as if it was the final act. I sense you when I slip on a step and my heart jolts. I see your aftermath in people's tears and outrage. You are a wonder to many. To some you are a bridge to somewhere better, to others you are a inevitable doom.

You take and take but never give. You are the finish line without a winner's medal. Nothing to gain, just an empty hole with a surprising end. Oh dear Death, you're such a tease.


Just another human.