Death Poem by L. K. Thayer

Death



ahh, what a fun ride
that was!

shedding the skin
of the tired serpent
leaving the hollow shell
of who
you used to pretend
you were

you wake up
refreshed!

and search deep down
for the next lottery
ticket
at the bottom
of your
purse

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L. K. Thayer

L. K. Thayer

Fargo, North Dakota
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