A goodnight call from Death.

an old friend called
asked how I’d been
we used to be so close
bonded by razor and pills

as I grew older
somehow we drifted apart
but I still remember
he tasted like blood
felt like freezing water
and cold floor
smelt like hopelessness

it’s been a long time
what do you want
I said

he chuckled
and said
sleep well tonight, sweetheart

i’ll see you
tomorrow

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