“Hello,” I greeted him as the hooded figure approached me.
“I’m not here for you.” A simple but shattering statement.
“But I came to you!” I pleaded, “I made your job easier!”
“Precisely the problem, go back, kid.” He gestured toward my body with his scythe. But as I looked back I only got angry.
“Take me with you!” I begged, falling to my knees and reaching for his cloak.
“No. It’s not your time," He stepped back and turned away from me.
“But I want it to be my time.” I muttered and chased after him. As I ran, my soul seemed to slip through the floor as quicksand. "H-hey! Help me!" I cried but the grim reaper walked onward. "I know you hear me!" In a flash he turned around.
"So you do want help then? You don't want to be drowning? If you wanted to be dead you wouldn't care."
"I don't care, I d-d...don't..." And he left me there, falling through the ground, through the air. Falling, falling. Forever falling. Into my body which I tried so desperately to leave.
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Love the concept of forever falling into the body! Great imagery throughout. Wonderful narrative poem with an awesome ending. Loved it! 🌹👏
Wow, your a really good writer. I enjoyed that though dreary until the end. It sounds like an outer body experience. Remarkable.
thank you!
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