my dearest psalmher,
the cold embraced my warmth
i laid on the ground
with my face down
the rain poured on my bare back
droplets drip, drip
piercing me like an icepick
i struggled to breathe
i forgot that it's my birthday, shit
i blew bubbles deep in the ocean
got sucked by the whirlpool
unable to move,
i lost the will to live
my eyes are closed
my blood,
my sweat,
my tears
trickled down my face
colliding as i breathe
maybe...
maybe this is what death feels like
no, this is death
this is death itself
instead of crying,
i grit my teeth
tears of anger came out
because my death isn't dramatic
then there he stood
a brooding figure
a hood and scythe
bones and a repelling grin
it was him
the angel of death
he was ostracised by the heaven
because he was a black sheep
an ignoble one
born into a pure white flock
and white powder
was what he dusted his wool with
fear was called
and under my skin, my flesh crawled
his emiciated hands reached out to me
i threw up, he grinned
right,
pleasant
that's what this is for him
"you're a good girl. a kind girl"
it was a compliment
that felt like a curse
his crooked voice
was more of terrifying
i was afraid
afraid that his burning eyes
would devour me
he burst into laughter
goosebumps pricked my skin
wait,
how was i able to feel?
ny neck stiffened
this isn't death
it isn't,
this is something else
his whispering husks of hair
his smell,
he reeked of medicine
and of garbage
this isn't death
this is torture
his hands,
his thighs
got covered by flesh
his face,
what was once demonic
turned to something angelic
he took my hand
no,
my soul
gone was my body
i was a mere soul
and a failure at best
forever yours,
fitzgerald atwood montgomery
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