by mandaceehb

death grows into you inevitably

with the same certainty that years make their mark on you

with time you learn to accept the delivery of news through afternoon phone calls

sing at funeral choirs for people whom you never knew

it is a strangling fig that wraps its claws around you

reaching for the sunlight of your soul

a nasty web that extends its hold

the more connected you are

the more channels it flows along and seeps like poison into the lattice of people you love

it crushes you one heartbeat at a time

until you