Take That, Death

Breath in the bratty kid flavor in this poem. I don't know what it accomplishes if anything, ha.

I'll refuse breath

By exhaling a hum

With all that is left

In my numb 

Dangling flesh

Before I become

The sum of death.

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The End

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