How did I come to know it,
Death?
I cannot see the educators stepping in to enhance this




part of my education.

But I also don’t remember an asking or an answering.
Was I born with an unspoken knowledge of Death?
Or did mother have to tell daughter the most she knew?
If I didn’t know of it,
why would I have ever had the inclination to keep myself alive?
Without knowing of an alternative, a reprimand, where’s the incentive?
I think I must have been born with Death.
That everyone must have been born with Death.
And unknowingly know not to tempt it.
No need or heed of explanation.
And as we grow, Death grows
until it takes up more room in our bodies than life.