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[mavienoir]

death is the sliver of light between the door and the frame.
i lay flat, close to it, to survey the shoes that belong
to the knock on the other side.
my eyes are wide
im blinded and
when she comes knocking
she sounds so beautiful,
my hand turns the knob
to let her in
but shes pulling me out
into the angry heat...

in life, i had strong eyes, sound vision...
but i lived in complete darkeness,
the strand of sunlight beckoned me
the strand of warmth called me to it...
in death i could finally see what was around me
and understand...
but i am blinded
and my soul resists peace.