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DEATH’S BRIDE

Date Written: November 6, 2017
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Our finality is an awareness borne intuitively,

the inescapable quest of our mortality’s

end, a presences no longer part of this world,

as the tears well up to be shed in farewell.

 

Hooded, shriveled by Time as the Reaper

may appear in many tales to gather our

souls leaving behind the vessel to be

grieved upon by Loved ones and hypocrites alike,

not a tear have I shed in dissidence ever.

 

His image appeared to me twice in

one night, a green polo shirt he wore

smiling, looking in his prime, yet

something tore at him as he stares.

Repentance he seeks from a

‘daughter’ wronged so harshly.

 

Absolution is a gift I will extend

for the unseen One in direct command

of the Reaper should prepare the soul

for journey’s end, yet the child was

not ready yet so I demand,

Not now!

 

As I wonder, I prepare his most

cherished grandchild for her

significant loss to be borne,

“Who will standup and narrate

the good you are? ,

“Upon your tombstone, what

will be written?”, I ponder,

watching her sleep in my arms.

 

 

2 comments on “DEATH’S BRIDE”

  1. River.Ophelia     November 6, 2017

    intriguing write…
    I like to think The Reaper will appear in a green polo shirt…but somehow doubt it 🙂
    I love your style, Jessica 🙂

    1. JessicaMars     November 6, 2017

      The Reaper had made its appearance 3 yrs ago and the green polo shirt is still barely alive…this one is too close to home for me 🙂 Thank you

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