Coming Up Even

Dying sooner than later, a poem

Kelsey Jean Marie
Aug 12, 2020 · 3 min read

Someone asked me what I would do
If I only had a year to live and I reply,
I am moving in the direction of death,
evermore,
every hour.

I ride the line of comfort and discomfort like a wild bull
I am incessantly turned on
Everything I do is in effort to…