it is night out on a hillside
bells are ringing nearby as a couple is wed
i can sense it is time for one of them to go
but i don't want to do it
not yet
i used to think it was gentle
a kindness
to take a life
instead of letting one suffer
but, who am i to choose?
i do not know any better
i am only very old
very tired
no matter how ancient my bones grow
my face will not age
my veins do not bleed
maybe, i should have joined that shadow
back then
i wonder, as i reach out to a sky full of stars
what was behind those gates?
would I have been happier?
would i still be stuck here, giving birth to chaos and myself
over
over
over again?
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Love, Death
NouvellesA story told in poems, about a girl who becomes death. - Written for ESCAPRIL 2022.