We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
Afterwards
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We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
We discuss the soul,
ponder death’s postlude, then choose
the happy ending.
Breathless, punched in the
gut seeing language evolve,
my own words falter.
That first brush with death
shook loose her confident grasp
of all she held dear.
They hadn’t spoken
in a year, but she came home
to wish him goodbye.
You’re gone, leaving class
mates to learn that last lesson:
life can be too short.
Liked by all, no one
knows why he veered off the road
toward eternity.
Eyes red focus shot
totally worthless but I
still need that paycheck.
He feared brain blood clots
but it’s labyrinthitis.
He’ll live after all.
Why his head spins he
doesn’t know. Vertigo’s made
the world hell’s fun house.
Dark fear crackling at
the edges, the heart beats on,
pulsing core of light.