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Death knocked on the door
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.

He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
silently demanding.

It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.

He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.

The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.

The tale of the man who was meant for me
yet still didn’t want me
and that was not my fault but his
for his life went on a different path.

Death pushed in his chair and declared,
‘It’s time for you to go’
despite my tea’s warmth
and my story was not quite finished.

‘I’m not ready to go’
I bellowed and threw my cup
it shattered but did not crash
hot tea spilled yet did not stain.

‘That does not matter, it is time.’
One long hand stretched out
beckoning me forward
promises that could not be said.

‘Time for what?’
I asked, still I knew the answer
for when the tea spilled and didn’t stain
and the cup fell but did not break, I knew.

‘Time to die.’
I had no choice, I had to go
for I was dead long before
death came to visit.
I combined two prompts, one from %PoeticalCondition's prompt of 'I never think about _____ anymore.' (my deviation was featured here) and the prompt from #writingmadefun of 'If Death Knocked On My door Today' (did not win).

Before you all start about how I said the gender of death changed a bunch, that is on purpose. Most people think of death as a man, but really I have never seen any indication that death was a girl or a boy, so I tried to incorporate that into my work. In my piece, death is called a man, woman, and an it. Since death is merely a skeleton, I took a bit of liberty with that.

Please let me know what you think, how I can improve, and other suggestions!
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SpreadsAndShuffles Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2013  Student Writer

I agree that Death, or the concept and portrayal of Death, is genderless. Look at Neil Gaiman's "Sandman" comics - Death is a goth-y female with an Ankh, which ironically means life in Ancient Egypt.


Or, you can check out my page about my own little story on N.G.'s Death here - spreadsandshuffles.deviantart.… 

Oilux Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2013  Student Writer
Wow thank you!
ilikeeatingcatnipi Featured By Owner Jun 17, 2013
this is awsome yr poems are so random :juggle:
Oilux Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Student Writer
I know, I just write about whatever I feel like.
RunsWithBooks Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2013
I really enjoyed this, and I kind of appreciate the stylistic thing with the gender changing... it's a little odd to read but I like where the idea comes from. "The tale of the man who meant for me" possibly should be 'who WAS meant for me'?
Oilux Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Student Writer
Ah yes you're right! Thank you for pointing that out.
BornFreak Featured By Owner Jun 13, 2013  Hobbyist
That's one of the most beautoful poems I've ever read in my life... really, I'm enchanted! Amaizng work, amazing story! :love:
Oilux Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Student Writer
Oh my thank you so much for the absolutely best comment ever!
BornFreak Featured By Owner Jun 19, 2013  Hobbyist
Oh my, really? :happycry: Well, you're so much welcome, dear! :aww:
GilPires Featured By Owner May 30, 2013
Thumbs UP!
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