it comes

January 26, 2009
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death: it comes like a wool blanket
warming me from a bitterly cold existence
rocking me to sleep
lulling me away from life
and its unforgivable injustices
death: it comes as a promise
crackling like a family fireplace
whispering its love to me
cupping my head in its hands
staring deep, deep into my eyes
death: it holds me when I cry
it calms my wrenching stomach
slows my rapidly beating heart





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ampersandria said...
Mar. 20, 2010 at 5:51 pm
jenna, this is wonderful. you are wonderful.
 
Laniejo said...
Feb. 18, 2009 at 5:05 pm
I really liked this, it is pretty interesting to see how your writing just flows together like that. It was very well written.
 
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