Is It Poetry
Death, How I Invited It
How it holds the key I never held.
The snake and it's fangs,
it could not fell.
The fall from mountain tops.
One broken collar bone.
A lit match dropped into gas.
It never did explode.
Standing on a shark that never bit.
the wires fell on my truck.
From hood to hitch.
The gun put in my face,
that did not fire.
The knife into my side,
I did not die.
The overdose at twenty five.
And the coma I awoke from.
goes on ad on, to long I did not die.
Black widow spiders made me cry.
I know not why.
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