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Unfastens The Afterlife

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Unfastens The Afterlife

She settles against a vacant trunk amongst her grove
A softened hint of citrus wafts a hypnotic overture
It sings a delicate form of “tickled joy” as she breathes it in
Such an essence rejuvenates her sense of past impressions
She concludes: what magical surroundings to have matured in.

Atop a trunk, she now jumps down onto crisp rusty leaves
A welcomed crackle-ish crunch from her slight fall is reaped 
An attempt to board a tire swing becomes a slight failure,
as her body size will not allow it, now a tattered rope exists
A short walk around the bend presents an abandoned butcher shop.

Her grandfather used to run it until sometime in the “dirty thirties.”
Surprised the door is somewhat intact, she opens it and steps in
Closing the door behind her, she now immerses deep inside the shop
In some places, the cobwebs seem to be floor to ceiling
Foul, rank odors are whispering slaughtered animal cries.

She now walks to the stores back room and sees a flashed movement
“Billy Ray is that you…I know you’re in here, It’s detective Taylor.”
“Millie? Is that you?” “Yes, it is Maureen Billy Ray.”
She carries a warrant for his arrest. “You know why I’m here Billy Ray.”
“You need to come with me, you killed a man.”

“Millie, you are my kin, my dear friend... I ask you to hear me for a moment
before I go. My name is Billy Ray Taylor and I ask for your forgiveness Father,
for I - have sinned. I have taken a man’s life in a vengeful way…
This man raped my only daughter and I wasn’t strong enough to block
out temptation. An evil ran through my body something fierce, Lord.
I have loved one woman all my life…raised a son and daughter to the
best of my ability each and every day. I have worked hard having built a prosperous farming business - which I leave for my two wonderful children.
Millie, I protect mine.
You know he had it comin'. Wouldn’t have stopped the abuse without
my hand in things. My life is full and complete Millie, I have no regrets. 
It's time to go -
to be with my sweet Gracie.”

Unfastens The Afterlife

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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