Death is an unkind shadow:
It is the colleague who tells lies without blinking twice.
It is the kleptomaniac who steals your wallet and leaves your bus-pass in your purse.
It is the cloud of darkness
determined to suck your energy before sunrise.
It is a weight.
It is a hunch.
It is a debt.
Like a resentful flirt, it serenades your entire being,
You cannot breathe.
But it has not come for you.
You write hastily in your journal:
Deliver me and my family from the jaws of death.
But death has no jaws.
Death is a liar.
Death is a thief.
Death is darkness.
Death is an unkind shadow.
(c) Jennifer Okaima Piette (née Ehidiamen)