Ice Cold Fingers, Heart, and Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
//his fingers brushed against me//cold as ice//best take you now//smile of his// did not quite reach the eyes//has no pity//

Submitted: July 20, 2009

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His fingers brushed against me,

They were cold as ice

Leaving goosebumps in their wake,

He stroked my cheek and smiled,

The smile did not quite reach his eyes,

 
My dear,

He said, soft but deep,

You will bring no good

Best take you now,

Before you harm the world.

 
I begged,
I pleaded,

But Death just smiled that smile of his,

That did not quite reach his eyes,

 
No, my dear,
Best take you know,
You’ll do no good.
 

Death took his reaper,

And pushed me through the door,

The big, black, old door.

For death has no pity,

In his ice cold fingers heart and soul.


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