The Promise

The Promise short poem

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Death is a fallen woman
you convince yourself
it’s down on the corner
waiting for you to show
but it’s been intimate
with everyone
blood and bone

unhealthy red lips
nostrils flared
that arhythmic stride
like it’s been riding
saddle sore and hungry
Death is no cheap date
you must pay

it moves all the bookmarks
makes light
of your favorite passages
Death will give you
no comfort but its
cold breath and
rigorous embrace

yet Death keeps its promise
the one it whispered
into the underside
of your tender eyelids
that it will always have you
will honor your life
as the last thing you’ll see

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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