death came early for me - Saraí Knox

death came early for me.

it was slow and agonizing

it was brutal.

i suffered an unfortunate fate.

death came like a thundering storm

thick, dark clouds rolled in from the hills.

heavy & suffocating

intimidating.

most people have the good sense

to leave when they sense danger.

but why fight it?

it’s inevitable,

so why waste time running,

when it’ll always catch up,

sprinting along on my heels.

i hear laughter in the thunder.

the lightning follows along for show

& all it brings is false hope.

we all stop to look at the miraculousness

of the bright light striking down amidst the clouds,

forgetting the storm

creeping up the back of our necks.

we forget

that even the lightning itself threatens our lives,

but it’s still so damn pretty.

they hover over me still,

the clouds.

they follow me everywhere i go.

everlasting, it feels.

this pain.

the weight of it is something reminiscent

of the hands that circled my neck.

i stood straining,

gasping for air.

the crack of my windpipe sounding

much like the slamming of a coffin.

loud,

much like the aching pain in my head.

my soul was in his hand.

he crushed it in his palm,

watched me crumble,

and watched the remnants fall.

my remains slipped through his fingers,

and flew with the wind.

death came early for me.

it’s a familiar feeling i haven’t gone much without.

it defines me.

cozy nights alone in my bedroom

have now become cramped days in a casket.