i don't think that we are alone
if we were
i would not see these faces in the bushes
these hands grabbing at mine from beneath the pebbles in the water
i don't think that we are alone
if we were
there would be no warmth to feel when i embrace you
and no loss of warmth to mourn
when i lose you every morning
i don't think that we are alone
if we were
we would not be here
giving birth to each other
over again
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Love, Death
Short StoryA story told in poems, about a girl who becomes death. - Written for ESCAPRIL 2022.