Dancing right on the edge
all grins and laughter
the face that never slips
not even for a moment.
“But he seemed so strong”
they whisper over my hospital bed.
We are all teetering
a footstep away from the teeth,
it’s the eyes that are worse though
seas of pity, that glutenous vacuum.
I’d rather be chewed up
feel the slow blunt grinding
taking small pieces of flesh from me.
Drowning is such a horrific way to go.