if i'm alive, it's because i told the truth

Death Wasn't Hollow, She Just Needed Friends

I hope Death isn't a tower of bones
donning a cloak and feigning intimidation with a scythe.
I hope Death is five friends holding hands:
Agony, Fear, Decay, Swarm, and Hunger.

I hope Agony is meek with her suffering,
and her screams linger inside her
instead of hospital rooms.

I hope I give Fear bellyaches
because she isn't able to
taunt me with her uncertainty.

I hope Decay's disguised armor of itchy skin
and bitter bugs aren't strong enough to deter me.

I hope I corrupt Swarm with my longing
and comfort my family with
fireflies in the summer.

And I hope I survive Hunger's selfishness
as she curses the living with her time.

I hope I follow these five friends into
the eternal silence,
become Hollow,
and in desperate need of friends.