I wouldn’t call is quite
Fascination
But…
I do have this strange
Affection
For death,
Not the scent
Or images
As we would assume
But hot blooded
Like a male –
Though I suppose
It comes in so many forms.
Why?
I ask myself frequently,
Wondering
If my logic is flawed;
Possibly so.
You see,
I don’t like to be
Afraid,
Though like any good parent
I often am.
I also have a preference
For not being evil.
So, death:
I don’t know if we’re friends
But, we talk a lot.
Poetry
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This is such a beautifully written poem! I love the formal macabre but still somehow friendly air that it has. The line breaks are masterfully placed as well, it compliments the flow quite nicely and allows the reader to think about what is being read but still eagerly be drawn to the next line.
Thank you! I tend to sometimes use breaks just as much as punctuation, so it reads kind of the way I’m thinking it. I appreciate your feedback greatly =)