He Patiently Waits
I avoided the spectacle,
Not desiring to face the assailant.
His stench drifted
Through the corridor
I detected him approaching
In the echoes of the hall.
I suffered his scuttle across my skin
Leaving paths of crawling flesh.
Then, I witnessed him
When I opened the door.
I understood that he felt solace
Tranquil in this transitory place.
He examined our facade,
Drawing the oxygen away,
Seeking to strangle her breath.
She realized he was present
A smile on her desiccate lips.
Trepidation in her gaze.
He plucked away her attractive curls,
Withered her hide to expose bone.
Left her pierced with his barbs
And offered her hostile tumors
To nurture inside her.
He mutilated her with venomous toxin
And assigned her to implore
For liberation from her torment.
Her outer shell, frail and ancient
The significance of time in her visage.
She pleaded to live, implored to die.
She interrogated the Messenger, “Why?”
I couldn’t wait to flee the place
Though, I suffered remorse.
She consented and whispered, “Goodbye .”
I knew she imprisoned her tears.
Upon my leave I glanced in observance,
She held a Pepsi in her left hand
While Death
embraced the right.
Written after a visit with my boyfriend's sister, Shirley, who died of cancer shortly thereafter.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-01-22 10:37:23
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