eighth

Sometimes I hate breathing
& I wish my lungs would combust.
I dream about an end with eyes full of lust.
The reaper is my friend,
but he won’t let me in. 
Apparently, the party is super exclusive 
& I don’t meet the requirements. 
I have plenty of family and friends 
who’ve made it past the door, 
but mr. grim grins and says
“you have to do a whole lot more”. 
The Scorpio energy in my chart 
only gets me so far, 
a greeting to Hades 
but never those five letters 
on that one tarot card.
it’s more like the one
connected to mars
because just when it feels 
like I’m nearing the end, 
it turns out 
I’m only shedding old skin.

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