Poetry

Je Touché Moi

By 1st January 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

Death passed me by,
but he touched my soul.

While his scythe of fiery lead,
cut a swathe through the pre-morn light.

Bony fingers plucked holes in mortal flesh.
To quench the reaper’s thirst.

He passed me by,
this time.

James Love

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