Death's Cold Embrace
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