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Inspire Expire

San Francisco, California
Present time

I enjoyed my beautiful brandy with my best friend Melodee and we were both Fates that worked with Death.
“I see your glass is half-empty, Cassaro.”
“You know me I always look at it as if it is my last glass ever,” I winked at her.
Suddenly, a white skull appeared to the left of us, floating in mid-air.
     “Danger lurks in the night,
      Which will cause you a fright,
      Be quick and agile,
      Since timing is fragile,
      Then grief transforms into delight.”
We both acknowledged the skull and disappeared into steam.
“They never listen to their dreams anymore, Melodee,” I stammered.
“Too thirsty for technology instead,” she whispered in sadness.

Emergency Room

Melodee and I sat as invisible steam watching Gerald Carpenter “bradying down” where his heart paced down to the point of true death.
My melancholy mind melted and dripped fire tears upon my heart.
“Will he have…”
“No, Cassaro, no he will not have this eternal sleep.”
Gerald arose in the bed and noticed he was a double person. He became aware that he—was connected to the other he-still prone and unmoving.
“Who are both of you? Why am I glowing such as you? Where am I?”
Before I could speak Death’s music arose like a thunderstorm of magic. Death manifests in the room like a black and white Fourth of July. His bones crackle like fireworks and his black cape flaps as ebony fire. Hospital machines screech with end-of-life alarms.
“Dude! Tone down the bones!”
Death slammed his scythe into the hospital floor.
“Human! Unconscious or conscious?”
“I…” Gerald could barely speak.
Melodee and I become our human Fate form and stood on each side of Death, then placed our hands on each of his shoulders. We transformed into silky opal ribbons. The hospital melted away like a Dali painting. Thousands of souls traveled with the Reaper to the afterlife. Gerald was on Death’s horse.
“Whoa, I am not alone.”
“The dead are never alone.”
To be continued…


Contest: A Poem About Death
Sponsor: Broken Wings
THEME: This Eternal Sleep

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 6/2/2018 9:23:00 PM
A most entertaining read, Chantelle. Well done and congrats on your win.
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Date: 5/19/2018 10:56:00 PM
Chantelle congratulations on your win in my contest with this well done write ~
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Date: 5/19/2018 12:21:00 PM
Congratulations on your win with this different yet intriguing narrative about eternal sleep of death.
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Date: 5/18/2018 2:51:00 PM
Many congrats on your win Chantelle:-) hugs Jan xx
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Date: 5/18/2018 12:38:00 PM
- We have all death in wait   - That's how it's always been, but still difficult - Congratulations on your 7th place in the contest, Chantelle :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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