death is a woman
stroking your face
as you lie in the darkness
eyes shut in disgrace
death is a woman
twirling the air
she kisses your brow
and threads through your hair
death is a woman
fickle and proud
a sea of emotions
both quiet and loud
she slips through your mind
she enters your soul
the body defenseless
and life taken whole
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