Day 5: vegetables… Prompt from Writer’s Digest


Death won’t talk much I expect
Or send me flowers either
My sense of calm won’t know it’s wrecked
And I could use the breather

It’s the in-between that makes me cringe
That frozen helpless waking
Machine-based living on the fringe
That sets my skin to quaking

Consider this a living will
So I don’t become invalid
Please send me fast to death’s foul chill
Don’t let me live as salad

~Liesl Dineen 2015

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