I Wished for Death

I wished for Death
And he came,
He was nothing
I imagined.
He wore the whitest
T-shirt it almost
Glow,
Blinding.
He has no pants
But nothing is between
Those
Legs,
Like blank canvass.

He sat beside me
And sipped on his
Large Coffee Jelly
Smiling.
Every time I pleaded for
Him, Death! Death!
Take me, you fucking Death!
He would giggle
As if it’s a
Joke.
But when I
Shut
Silent
He would whisper
Almost kissing
My ear &
Sing me songs
I
Never
Want
To
Hear.

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