Inspired by Death and the Maiden by Egon Schiele
it's a strange line we walk
what we deem comfort -
renewed perspective
makes me shudder
I willingly lay in the arms of Death
who am I when not cocooned ~
I fear I could be the emptiness
my own screams of warning
fall on deaf ears
I need this moment
this moment that will strengthen me
validate my existence
I know better than to cling -
my fingertips touch only my own
I'm grounded in my body, eyes open
both within and outside of this beautiful horror
though held in place by it
thankful -
as Death has much to do
how precious I must be to be in his hold
I listen
to
his
heart
beating
it's there ~
da dum da dum da dum
its disconnect from life, so palpable
want and rejection
the two sides of the coins
I turn over in my pocket
knowing one day
they will weigh my eyelids shut
because after all
I am the co-conspirator
of every cold embrace
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