Poem, snippets and essays of my life

Category: afterlife

  • Death

    Death A magician is called to the bedside. He opens his coat, its lining revealed shiny like a young minnow. Snaps it around the waiting soul, then unfurls it up to the sky. The murmuration happens. A round of applause crackles as you lift into the light. There are black and fragile wings, no bodies,

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