Death Sovereign - Poem by Melanie Emikohe
She flirts with Death,
licks the arched blade;
but it skimped, snooty
of this self-centered wit.
He hides from Death,
shirks in safety holes;
but drooling for amity,
it hunts him like a vulture.
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