Death is the arms of a mother welcoming you home off the bus, wrapped around you so tight you forget all the painful words and broken promises. It’s the voice of a lover swimming into your ears and burrowing so deep it settles within your veins. It’s the feeling that lasts as long as it takes to shiver, the paper-thin separation between your soul and body that becomes a seam capable of splitting them both, if it could only last long enough.
