Poetry & Art

Death Becomes Us

Death becomes us.

A breath
A groan
A whimper

She comes.

Sterile
Cold
Gleaming

She approaches.

As we whithers
As they cry
As we all lose ourselves

Death becomes us.

It's a bang.
It's a laugh.

It's the rattle 
of
a wheezing last breath.

Death becomes us.

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by McCall Gorbach Foster

Musician. Dog lover. Just a young woman with visions of a better world; bettered through story telling, truth telling, art, music and most importantly, listening. I have a degree in music and love to do absolutely nothing with it by working in the nonprofit sector.

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