Death is a jump scare

And the light you see behind the silouhette of a raven

It’s the look in his eye when he says,

“I don’t care what you’re saying.”

Grim reality—

Robes that are heavy as heavy as many souls

They can carry.

And a moon like the sun,

Unusual, strange and terrifyingly beautiful

When we become like a python

And hide these inevitable changes—

Death laughs,

And the laugh is louder than reality.

That’s why we are scared

Of change.

And death itself is a trap door,

A least desirable friend—

who always gets what they want.

—

If you knew him

Better: you’d probably be

Better too! while simultaneously realizing

You’re on a treadmill going nowhere

To the irresistible horizon—

One, that never stops.

And is brighter than the essence of life even,

(Alone.)