{"sf1_id":1200398,"sf2_id":"q1xLZzq1","title":"Shave with Death","author":"charles_they","words":108,"posted_at":"2017-06-23T18:05:58.000Z","tags":["Barber","Barbershop","Blood","Poem","Poetry","War","narrative","resistance"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1200398-shave-with-death","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/q1xLZzq1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4a/df/4adf71fd-676d-404d-8f21-1cde2c1dfad9","description":"Inspired by a short story I read a few years ago, although I can't remember the name for the life of me.","content":"### Shave with Death\n\nWith buzzing blades beside my ear,\n\nand razor pressed against my neck,\n\nmy throat was pale hoarse hiding fear,\n\nas Death's sharp fingers searched for specks,\n\nThe rebels had been blown away,\n\ntheir traitor blood had dyed the soil,\n\nyet then my hair was growing grey,\n\nas Death drew fast her curling coil,\n\nOn the counter stood with style\n\na frame beside a spraying gun,\n\ninside my throat was churning bile,\n\ninside the frame, Death's darling son,\n\nA final trim to end the war,\n\nand on my nape a winter's breath—\n\nbut stepping through Death's exit door,\n\nI fled, unharmed, my shave with Death.","series":{"name":"Poetry Postings","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1198254-remember-me.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1207498-dandelions.json"}}