Death's Cold Embrace

Updated on March 10, 2018

I am wrapped cocoon-like in Death's robe. As he presses me tighter against his side,

I feel his ribs bruising my soft flesh. I watch without a wince as the breath is torn from

my lungs and smile as he pulls me closer still – as if our bodies will meld. As my

bones begin, one by one, to snap and the darkness closes in, I feel that peace, that

calm that I have waited so long to feel. I smile and close my eyes – willing at last to

let Death have his way...

© 2018 Angela Tagliamonte


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