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 She’s been replaced by dark clouds and heavy air.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.