Astral Body
She felt the damp
twisted sheets
around her neck,
tangled, tightening,
a bit mangled,
but capable of the strangle,
and she tried to be still,
for a brief moment,
she listen to past melodies in her mind,
simply divine,
her anger slowly shifted,
then she felt a burden had been lifted,
she’d forgotten momentarily,
that was she gravely ill,
left to die slowly, but certain,
pulled down shades, and drawn curtains,
and for all intents and purposes,
she was alive only for her family’s sake,
they needed comfort in her living,
thinking about that kept her awake,
she needed comfort in her death,
that’s something they couldn’t take,
they thought keeping her alive was love,
as the sheets dangled slowly from above,
death finally whispering in her ear,
the sheets got tighter,
she felt lighter,
then she witnessed her astral body in mid-air,
it helped wash away the worries,
and it eliminated the fear.
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