Death. And life

To die

To just collapse and go with the wind

My moment will come when i push out the life inside me

A life for a life

AMEN

Monday mourning

It turned out to be a day of death and dying.
There was the office guy she couldn't care less about
But his mug in the obit shocked her.
Then there was the friend's mother
Whose passing away seemed a cruel joke.
And last, a father, on TV
Just an act, thank heavens.
It eludes you, when you pray for it
Starve yourself, court danger.
But when you seize the day
Live life to the hilt, happy
Death creeps up on you
Like a cold breath at the back of your neck.

On the rocks

He continued to devour her with an appetite that seemed unsatiated, after all these years.

To her, at best, it was unconscious coupling.

Love. Humbug!

Strange love this is, my love

Your love strangulates me. Intoxicates

I'm pained to the point of bleeding

Numbed to the point of dying

Yet, there appears no relief, no love

How much longer will we go on?

How much longer should we prolong?

Strange love this is, my love