Death sounds just like any other day
The cars pass and the horns honk
When you wake up, she’s impossible to detect
She smells of satisfaction or regret
She tastes like the bitter pill you knew you would have to one day take.
The sky is gloomy today. The world feels awfully still. The wind has come to comfort me. But even she feels different. As if she’s inside of him, holding him up for just a little longer.
The sun has long rid herself of this task. She’s been replaced by dark clouds and heavy air.
It’s as if the entire world has come silent.
Just to hear the end.