Death and I

Death knocked at my door and asked for my brother. I gave him my eyes so he’d go away.

He came to my door a year later so I gave him my voice.

Yesterday I heard myself at the door and heard my brother rush out to greet me.

Advertisements

9 thoughts on “Death and I

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s