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Eventually I’ll Be Taken

I was missed by the scythe,

on that day.

It’s blade swished.

As.....

Death passed me by.

It moved the air, with a chill.

But I smelt his fetid breath....it

.....touched, my soul.

And it, left behind his curse.

Laying dormant.

Til his bony fingers clicked, 

once again.

And then.....

Slowly, it spread.

Festering, inside....

Eating it’s way.

Little bit, 

by ....

little bit.

Until .....

I’d been 

Fully consumed, like the rest.... 

by Death.....

Giajl © Jim Love