She said "every day is a blessing"

It is shameful
to use the Truth
as an excuse for dying

For Truth was wed
to Life
at the dawn of creation
But you,
with good intentions,
have made her your slave.
Dressed her up in the
finest
calico.
(well-worn but durable,
sewn strong by the hands of Ol' Regret)
You laced her up tight
in that garment.
And took her to Death's door.

payment for a debt.

He did not hesitate.

Now, Truth
wrung dry and wretched
is tormented.
She can never know Life again.
And there is only one way out
of this
calico hell.

She prayed
for forgiveness
And for the memory of Life to
keep her breathing long enough
To feel the silencing of Death's seeds in her belly
Twins:
Resignation and Mediocrity
She plucked the herb
And ate it whole.

Pale and cloaked,
Life stands over the grave.