and it will come
I prefer
to die alone
with my boots on
don’t want to be
in an airplane
with people
screaming
being around
people normally
is bad
enough
or in
a hospital bed
with some
‘well-meaning’
stranger
holding my hand
telling me
touchy-feely crap
like
‘it’s OK to let go’
take that
to some other room
death
is personal
I want to be left alone
let me be
by myself and
go in peace