Dear Death,
She was taken into hospital today.
They say that it's Legionnaire's disease.
It's not meant to be serious.
The thing is though, her lungs are very delicate.
Her life-line may be in trouble.
I don't like it.
I want everything to be simple again.
Then again, my mother isn't you-know-what yet, but someone's father is.
Dead, dead as anyone can be.
Just another droplet in the ocean that is death.
That is you.
Our bodies are mostly water, you're mostly cruel.
Hearts are broken because of you.
Bones are broken in order to reach you.
Minds are tormented by you.
People are destroyed from the grief.
Love,
Hope Morris.
