Death is My Friend
Each day’s joy comes first upon awakening, when I ask for Death to join me on my journey into being. Death accepts with eagerness, for any opportunity to ply one’s trade is happily embraced. Death sits in silent anticipation as the first chance to grasp a soul arrives. The soul stands sullenly near a tree, wanting nothing more than acknowledgement of love. When I balk at offering, Death slumps back into the seat with dank spirit hissing free. Opportunity number two arrives without warning, as we... Sign in to see full entry.