death control.
the way that water runs clean
in between my palm and its five digits.
the same way a spirit lifts up out of
a soul, out of a body, out of existence.
the way it executes the life that once
breathed freely on this gruesome place called earth.
the way death grips hold of a soul we
so frequently spoke to and laughed with.
how death has such a strong presence in the life
of the living and the power it extracts in the life of those "living".
quite shaken.
almost breaking.
the way lives are running through the hands of
death like water through our palms and digits.
take time.
slow down.
love Love.
