atropos, my closest friend

a poem of mortality

atropos, my closest friend
Acherontia Atropos, the Death's Head Hawk Moth

atropos is my closest, but not best, friend... now

her choice... not mine

i would rather be ignorant of her presence... of her being... of her scissors

i did not invite her... did not lure her

i did not desire her... did not envy her

i don't know why she chose me... now

everyone else has an idea... an opinion

they don't know... they speculate... they believe

only she knows... and won't share

she is not a good friend, but my closest... now

she waits... until she decides

and cuts my thread

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