Little Death

Every breath is a little death;
The earth heaves around her,
Tempting her with its cool embrace
And promising her a better place.

Facing her fears and crying hot tears
And wishing for a sweet release,
She hates herself for the plans she’s made
As the strength she clings to starts to fade.

Hands wring around her rings;
Reminders of the vows she made,
Filling her broken heart with dread
Knowing well she’s already dead.