Death

(After a Gypsy Song)

Death is coming for me!

Death is coming for me!

It's behind the door.

It's behind the door.

It's opening.

It has opened.

The dark in the door

is black

is her.

The door is screeching.

The door is screeching.

No!

I'll creep under the bed

And slam!

The wind has slammed the door

in the face of death - right in her nose.