Kissing death hello and waving her goodbye…

When I began writing this piece death laughed, precisely three weeks ago I got soul crushing news via text. She had struck close to home, seizing another in the sour crest of her tongue. The space between my sternum gave way to reveal a gaping hole & the echo of cold, black winds resounded within.

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Everyday I rise before the sun and roll out of bed in a half sober state, drunk off the sweet elixir that is sleep. As the fog that clouds my mind begins to give way, conscious thoughts crystalize before me. The first? What is that…