Death’s Door (a poem)

Leave his heart at my door
You’re overdue you know

That organ
Not for you anymore

This is my job
Let me handle it

You fear the accusation
Abandonment

*shrugs shoulders*

Why do you care?
Besides
He dropped yours off first

*points to a jar*

You see
Over there

Your heart in a jar
Delivered by him months before

Move on with your life
While you still have breath

Trust me
I know a thing or two about this

death

Death’s Door (a poem)
Christina Schmidt, MA
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