isn't it strange,
how it was love that killed me
yet
all i could look for
was love
after that?
why?
why are we built this way?
must we be
so fragile?
opaque
and blue
How many times
Must I be birthed
Until I get this
right?
YOU ARE READING
Love, Death
Short StoryA story told in poems, about a girl who becomes death. - Written for ESCAPRIL 2022.
