(like everyday)

I took

the scythe

and placed it between

my lips.


I looked away

from my reflection

and turned to see

the Reaper

with his hand aloft

and his blade gone.


I smiled.


I took the blade

back from my mouth

and returned it

to its rightful owner.


How I long for that blade between my teeth,

the power of life and death

just a movement away.


Author: Jack Taylor

Hey, I'm Jack, a 19 year old English student at the University of Nottingham. Writing goes from creative fiction to serious non-fiction. Hope you enjoy :)

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