I met Death when I was only a young girl<\/p>\n
His hands were very cold and his eyes were a dark blue, speckled<\/p>\n
Like a sky full of stars on a summer night<\/p>\n
He was on his way to Maya’s house<\/p>\n
Where he would take her brother, the funny one<\/p>\n
Who taught us songs with words in them that we weren’t supposed to say<\/p>\n
When they took him to the coroner – was it murder or suicide, your honor? –<\/p>\n
They cut him open, so that his insides<\/p>\n
Would become his outsides<\/p>\n
They pulled the layers back, one by one,<\/p>\n
And the coroner nodded, as he knew<\/p>\n
He would be done for the rest of the day<\/p>\n
Before him lay a boy, still and quiet like a bloody angel,<\/p>\n
His hands cold, and his eyes wide open: they were a\u00a0dark blue, speckled<\/p>\n
Like a sky full of stars on a summer night<\/p>\n
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