Death's Obsession

by Avina St. Graves

You will run. They all run. You run thinking I will never catch you. You run thinking if you hide well enough, I will never find you. You pray to your god I will never take you. You beg I never find the ones you love. Each plea falls on deaf ears, because I am coming.

I have never wanted a soul until her.

You will bloom, my sad flower. You already have the earth; I will bring you the sun.

She does not truly understand the magnitude of her hold on me. She weakens every single part of me and makes me want to be something other than just death.

“You, my love, are like a storm, drowning the land with sorrow, shattering ships with your broken waves. Still, you look into the eye of the storm and see nothing but beauty.”