word of the day: hollow

hollow Death knocked on my door. i said: "not today.

there's too much on my list to do, and i've too much to say.

i haven't finished going through my drafted poem lines.

so give me just another week. i need more borrowed time..."

               "i leased you one extended week the last time i was here.

               regrettably, your rent is spent. my contract terms are clear."

"your contract terms are cruel and crass! this life is way too short!

i wish that i could sue you, take your ass to cosmic court!"