Enjoy the roses

Don't kid yourself that life is all gingham curtains and flowers on the table. You're only putting off the inevitable torment. Keeping reality at bay for a little longer. Life is bovine, but death is a predator: claws, canines biting into the back of your neck; tripping your feet to bring you crashing down; tearing at your belly as you lie, eyes fixed and staring, snorting and kicking, seeing nothing but pain. Why did you ever believe you could outrun the slaughter? Did you think you were better than death? Faster and quicker of wit than the predator stalking you through the bush? Enjoy your gingham, your roses over the door. But remember to sniff the air, for death has been watching you since the moment you slid from the uterus to the Serengeti floor.