She was conceived on the edge of a mirror,
lined with pretty white lace,
that burned the inside of her parents' nostrils.
She was born with a hole in her heart,
that the doctor's never noticed,
and no one bothered to fill.
She met Death on the playground,
when kindergarten was bending her bones.
Enticed by the glinting of his scythe,
as it preyed on a malformed baby rabbit.
She made a pinky promise with him,
swearing that she'd never forget his face.
He came and went,
swayed by corpse breaths
and east-coast winds,
but always leaving her alone.
He showed her how to hurt,
in the worst kind of way.
And each time,
he paid her a visit,
he'd take someone back with him.
She often asked where he would go,
when his curled claws would drag her mother,
and every love she'd ever fallen for,
into the darkness that he crawled from.
All he'd say,
was that she'd find them again someday,
and that he would take her to them, personally.
But as February,
of her fourteenth year,
threatened to consume her whole,
burying her in the snowdrifts and icy winds
of its cavernous belly,
she saw him for the last time.
Without a second glance at her,
he swept her ink colored rabbit
into the crook of his scythe,
and turned his back on her.
For six years,
for the promise he'd made.
To see all the ones she'd lost
to his bony grasp.
She had no friends,
for the day that he'd take her home.
As she withered into her twenties,
and hair graying,
not from age,
but from the weight of the world,
she began to lose hope.
He was all she'd ever known,
even he had left her alone.
She wept for him to take her,
as she slept in alleyways,
stained with his fingerprints.
She begged for him to find her,
as she fell on the steps of a church,
whose doors she couldn't approach.
She whimpered for him to save her,
as she stumbled,
and stomach hot,
to the edge of her iron-wrought balcony.
As the ice,
and the concrete,
gathered her into their embrace,
he came for her.
A twisted smile,
on torn and rotted lips,
and his scythe lined with frost,
and her blood.
He gathered her into his arms,
whispering that all was well,
as his cloak pulled darkness down to close her eyes.