The biggest fear in me.

Death is always a thought away
slipping it’s way within the gourmet
even the most finest course
could be laced with the worst.
A dinner of thoughts
filling the stomach with force
after a breakfast
that left the mind in unrest.

Trapped in a car
thinking of hearts afar
what if they stumble
a rock in the way and they tumble
a broken spleen
a cracked neck bruising their mind mean
what if they laugh
and a rib is cracked in half
what if they slip
in the middle of their flip
a snap
and their life is a wrap.

Death is always there
a thought that’s hard to share
a constant worry
turning the vision blurry
quickly a panic
an eruption of thoughts through the static
anger and yelling
to stop from swelling
because their death
shutters my breath
for the biggest fear in me
is death taking them before taking me.

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina