Death of Me

Towards my slow demise

Sudiksha
Writers’ Blokke
Mar 18, 2022

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Photo by Arisa Chattasa on Unsplash

The only death I’m living for is the one I’ll succumb to willingly.

The death that is checking up on me, slowly growing like ivy.

How to prepare for death?

Tear through it all,

The skin, the flesh, the blood.

Corrupt them with,

Misery, desolation, a victim narrative.

Do it every day until it becomes a practice,

until the only time you feel alive is when you have the urge to die.

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Sudiksha
Writers’ Blokke

A book enthusiast who keeps her daydreamer and overthinker personalities with ease by trying to put them into words.