you asked

What are you afraid of?

Dying

How can you be afraid of death?

When you commanded it so gracefully by tongue?

Death beyond my control.

Throat agape

Soft pink throat wide

I was in control

I was brave

I was sure

Despondent in gaze

Violent in heart

Rage by nature

Death didn’t beckon me

I invited him

Welcomed him

Prepared for a soft return to the black that felt so familiar

Natural in state

Warm in embrace

Quiet in breath

Slowly

Slowly

Slowly

Slowly slipping

Then ripped by my arms and thrown back into life

You saved me

But I never asked

I never wanted

I never approved

And I never thanked you.