Life is razor thin
but death’s no place to begin
so
let’s start when the heart
starts to beat
you might cut yourself shaving
but I know
that you’re saving the bleeding
for me
an edge on the edge and
I’m begging to fall
toppling into the abyss
and it swallows me
all
of me until
I become history or
even thinner
and
only death is the winner.
I sign on the dotted line
and let time
decide.
© 2018, John Smallshaw.
