The Ultimate Headsman ll

by ddavidd   Jan 18, 2020


Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car

I can see that crack's dissemination
on the mirrors
like spider web of fracture
or blight
eating my flesh
wrinkling my face.

I can see the web
on my eyeballs
scattering like branches,
like a blight deep deep rooted in my sight

Death is laying eggs in everything
the more I go toward the death
the deeper my root in life becomes.

My wisdom flourishes while my beauty perishes,
my brightness while my glow.

Life is the ultimate headsman

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  • 4 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Death is like a crack on the windshield of my car

    ^ So the crack keeps on growing? Extending? Until the mirror shatters completely and those who are driving become exposed to what the windshield was protecting them from? Okay. So death may take a long time or short time to crack that mirror. Also, does Death that is like that crack become non existent once the mirror shatters or since the mirror shattered Death becomes by far more Alive?

    • 4 years ago

      by ddavidd

      Tough, mindful, poetical-wondering question. They are also adorable and unanswerable as well. I guess one must find his/her answers on his/her own if he /she has such profound questions.
      I have.

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