He Knows Me Better

Death came again that night
Not hidden or camouflaged
But in full sight
He hovered gently above me as I drank
And opposite as I stared through him
His hand upon my shoulder
that he wasn’t expected to rest til I was older
He knows my darkness
Better than me

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