#macgut

idk about big cloaks and scythes I think death is a school janitor picking ratty love notes off the floor and having to toss them away after dark. I think death is the guy who smells like ash with tattoos up both his arms but who sits next to kids left behind by their parents after pick-up is over and the lights are off. I think death has trash bags in his pockets and old leather gloves and weary eyes that are still full of hope. Anyway