I’m Bad With Death: A Poem

i’m bad with death
because it doesn’t scare me.

the source is my deepest love.
naked understanding with the scent of home.
when i meet them finally, fully
i’ll weep for joy.

but humans don’t want that.
when faced with death,
we want comfort that isn’t too comfortable.
we want it’ll-be-okay’s that come with tears.

i’m good with death
so i’m bad with people.

because death doesn’t scare me,
i scare them.

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