I can feel his imminent embrace. Coiling around me an adder ready to strike.
He comes to me in my dreams, lulling me into a forever sleep.
During my waking hours, he whispers sweet nothings, begging me to join him in his world.
I have felt his cold skeletal touch many a time, but I fear this time he will truly snatch me away from my reality.
He makes promises of no more pain, no more suffering, I can feel my resolve to simply exist weakening.
He has slowly, over time lowered my defenses, I am getting weaker by the second.
I know he is just biding his time, till he can come and collect my soul.
I grow tired of this constant battle, this war I know I will never win.
for, in the end, DEATH comes for us all.
I was buried in a shallow grave. A dog found me while its owner was taking him for a walk while simultaneously jogging. I could feel his wet nose press against my skin and hear his bark to his master signaling that he had found something peculiar. A quick gasp and a shout and I could tell the jogger had found me. I could hear him dialing on his cell phone telling 911 that he had found a dead body, on the jogging trail in Central Park. The sirens soon began to pierce my ears and as they got closer and closer I became anxious. I tried to speak to let them know I was in fact still alive, but no sound escaped me. I tried to move but there was nothing.
Panic set in, as I hear doors slamming and other voices I just know they would take me to the morgue thinking I am already dead. I felt a sudden heat over my face and quickly realized someone was breathing over me. I felt plastic fingers checking for a pulse and orders being shouted to get a gurney over here now. The technician’s voice soothed me as he let someone else know there was a pulse but it was thready. I could hear metal clicking together as the weight of the dirt was lifted off of me. Now exposed completely to the world I felt naked but knew help was here to help me. Pain seared my arms and legs as they very slowly lifted me out of the earth the twigs and leaves scraping my already damaged skin.
I was lifted up and then placed on something soft and comfortable. Then slammed into the back of the ambulance, my body jolted but being this close to death I no longer felt it. The siren started again as I was raced to the hospital all the while I could hear the EMT’s and what I am assuming a police officer conversing. I caught snippets of the conversation as I went in and out of consciousness. There was something about a serial killer, still on the loose, and I had been the seventh body to be found. According to the officer, I was the only one he had left alive, and judging by the way he had left me he thought I was dead.
What they do not know is that I can’t die. Something happened in the midst of my death. I stepped away from my body and as I watched the blood pour out of me and the killer smile his evil smile as he buried me in my shallow grave I was visited by an Angel. One that was there to take me away but my refusal to do so left him intrigued and so he gifted me with the ability to walk between the veil of life and death. To be able to snatch life away and bring death down upon the earth if I so chose to or vice versa. As the ambulance stopped I was rushed to the hospital soon there were needles being poked in my arm I.V. drips being added. I spent the next several weeks going in and out of consciousness waiting for the day I cold open my eyes and speak.
Today I was released, I gave my statement to the nice policeman and as I listen to them all say it was a miracle that I survived I know now why I had. I was meant for more than just being a victim. I was meant to right the wrongs, and punish those slip past the law. I was plastered all over the news so by now my, would be killer knows he fucked up. He should have really checked for a pulse before he left me there like a dog to die, and now I know his name as well. I now walk the night in the shadows of life and death, that is my purpose. I round the corner of the alley where he first grabbed, a wicked smile curves my mouth as the moonlight shines down on me. I am watching, waiting, for my murder and I whisper, in the dark “Come to me, my sweet death awaits you, and I am she!”
WRITE A NEW POST IN RESPONSE TO TODAY’S ONE – WORD PROMPT.
It is inevitable that we will die! No one lives forever! How and when that is the question all of us have thought at one time or another. The inevitability that with every birthday we are one step closer to our soul departing our body for something better. What happens after we die? It is the greatest mystery there is! Will we linger like ghosts, will we get on that stairway to heaven? Will we get turned away at the pearly gates for all our misdeeds and take that elevator that only goes one direction. Down!
The inevitability that with every birthday we are one step closer to our soul departing our body for something better. What happens after we die? It is the greatest mystery there is! Will we linger like ghosts, will we get on that stairway to heaven? Will we get turned away at the pearly gates for all our misdeeds and take that elevator that only goes one direction. Down, into the fire pit that awaits us.
We have dove down to the deepest depths of the ocean. We have climebed the highest mountains. We have flown into outer space. Yet, death is the biggest mystery left to discover.
Once we find out the answers to all our questions we will not be able to share them because well, we will be dead. Everyone leaves this world in the same unique way they came into it, alone!
Everyone must go through it and while it is sad to leave loved ones behind. It will be the greatest mystery solved! Although I am in no hurry to solve this particular mystery. I know deep down in the end it will be inevitable…