the harrow

Never Ready

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© 2003 Sarah Smiles
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No one is ready to die.
No one is ever ready.
Not ever.
Not at my hands.
Not even at their own.


Lost in fear, nameless,
a personal ever present.


Expectation of release,
not of tiny piercing teeth.
Teeth that never rip
or tear. Teeth, without fear
or regret, feel like nothing at all.


They slip, barely there at all,
sheathed invisibly, dripping,
invading, injecting.


No one is ready to die
unless they have died before,
and found it worth repeating.

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