Death came to me today
She was coy at first
Subtle in her ways
But I knew what she really wanted.
She was mine
and I was hers.
We all grow up sometimes.
Death to parts of us that were.
Places where the muscle’s limp, the skin dry.
I thought at first to run, to hide.
To lie and say I’m someone else.
But who are we to hide
When walls come crumbling down.
We are not who we think we are.
We are the world around us.