Desmond Santana wakes up
Perhaps for the last time
Through the tubes of saline
That keep him alive
He sees her
Dressed in a jumpsuit
Of a pleasant shade of pink
With damaged hair
Yellowish under the neon hospital lights
Ame Anansi
Better known as Death
Desmond nods at her
Ame nods back
"Is it time?" he asks
"Are you ready?" she retorts
"What comes next?"
"Nothing, you know this"
The room lightens
A machine beeps
"What do you tell the children"
Desmond inquires
Curiosity seeping in
"I tell them they meet the angels,
And sing lullabies to newborn babies "
"Do they?"
"Of course not, don't be ridiculous "
"What do you tell the people,
Who never meant to leave?"
"I tell them they can look over
Everybody else and live other's lives
As if it were their own"
Trolleys rattle in the corridor
Lights blink and lives live on
"Do you remember...?"
Desmond's voice fades
"How could I forget, the first time we met
You in the ER, your eyes were red
I gave you a chance Desmond
It's the only time I did"
"I'm ready"
Desmond says
His voice strong
His hands shaking
He looks at Ame and smiles
Ame leans down
And strokes his hair
"Goodnight Desmond"
And kisses his lips
whats funnier than writing about a dying man at a funeral:))
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In boredom, we indulge in poetry and paragraphs
Poesíagood day to you too! (okay no curse good days, JUST day to you too!) this is a collection of some poems i wrote, short stories, and some rants. everyday musings and anecdotes if you will.
