Blonde Meets Death
Death creeps in beneath the blonde’s door.
“It’s time for you to depart,”
he says, slithering on the floor.
The blonde cracks a smile, she laughs from her heart.
“If I don’t touch you, Mr. Death, I will live forever,”
she says, and smirking, death slithers to her feet.
“You’re a smart one, really clever,”
he says. “Oh I am Mr. Death, me you’ll never defeat.”
He stretches up from the ground
and shoots the blonde a smile, for he fears
that her soul will be left unfound.
“I honour your wisdom; give me a high five my dear.”
The blonde smiles and feeling calm
she smacks her hand against death’s palm.
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