Written on 28 August 2012
Fuck Death.
Fuck it in its presumptuous neck.
I will rail against you, death, and I will live on – in everyone reading this, in every perfect moment I share with my love, my family, my friends.
Death, you swagger, you rape, you steal but, death, you cannot take this.
You try to keep it for yourself, but your jealous touch does not quench the flame.
It falls through your fingers, caught deftly by love and memory.
Every life you take too young ripples through the world and mocks you.
So, death, Fuck You.
Fuck your arrogance, your thinking you could take the light – it only burns brighter in your wake.
I will burn on, brightly and fiercely, for love is infinite and you are not.
Memory expands in spite of you and, because you come to us all, you render yourself irrelevant.
I laugh at you, and love on.
phreddiva 