Death Once Again

Death.
I once thought it was mine to control.
Mine to play with.
And you know what?

It is.

It’s all a game.
The pills,
The way they slipped down my throat that night…

I loved it.

I was playing with Death once more.
And Death was playing with me.
We danced and swayed,
My vision faded.

Then,

Like a snap.
My vision returned.
Back in the hospital again.
They tell me,

“Do this and you’ll feel great again!”

I already feel great,
In fact,
I feel,
As if,

I control Death