Treasure Island

Sarina Henry

(07/28/99 / Milwaukee, Wisconsin)

Life and Death


The ghost of a little boy
asked me to play
today
I asked his name
and he said
that the angels
called him Life
He asked my name
and I told him Death

I dressed myself in black
and Life cloaked himself in white
We ran outside
past Destruction
Past hope
past a well man
and one with a slit throat

We ran to the gates of heaven
and played all day

Submitted: Wednesday, March 06, 2013
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Who knew life and death could play

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