a shift in mindset.

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i used to actively wish for demise

to knock knuckles against my door frame.

once, i walked along the beachside with the daughter of loki.

her hand slipped into the open spaces of mine and

she rubbed her thumb across the peach fuzz of

my pointer finger.

i swiveled around and faced the shore.

when the sea rinsed salt particles along my ankle bones,

i thought i might want to stay a little longer.

here. there. anywhere,

as long as i am

alive.

ever since, i stopped

sending handwritten invitations to the deity of death.

i have tried a few times before, but she always rang

a few minutes past seven to inform me

we’d need to reschedule.