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the sweet smell of death (Free verse) by pollywolly
the sharp sweet smell
chills me to the bone
i can feel it
watching me
peering over me
biding its time
waiting for the sand
to run dry
is it cold?
i dont feel cold
just shivers
crawling down my spine
like the touch of a hand
trickling slowly
like the sand
its loud!
all around me
noise so loud
fluttering silently
pulsating slowly,
my heart
slowly beating
like the sand
its dark, blackness glistening
flowing robes swirl round me
arm raised as scythe passes through
the sharp sweet smell
i know it now
its death come claim me
slowly the sand runs dry
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