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death crosses my mind

death crosses my mind often.
some days, it's a walk down a sunny street.
lurking in the background, waiting to make its appearance
other days, it is crossing a river after a flood
aggressive and determined, it will make it to the other side
and then comes the boat, or the good samaritan.
sometimes death crosses my mind like a kid on their way to the ice cream truck,
excited and ready to get a sno-ball, or fudge pop.
i've come to realize, death never leaves my mind.
some days it's easier to ignore than others.
but sometimes as death is walking down the sidewalk, a storm comes.
an angry, loud, rushing storm.
and its hard to ignore.
sometimes anger runs through my veins with the force of a thousand suns,
only to be replaced with sadness which holds the depth of mariana.

i think death will always find a front row ticket to my show, any way to appear and taunt me.
i cannot avoid him, no matter how hard i try.

sometimes i imagine what would really happen if i made physical the wounds i imagine and can feel ripping me apart from the inside.

death crosses my mind with the elegance of a ballerina, yet the aggression of a UFC fighter.