Tag: death
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Trudging
Photo by Johannes Andersson on Unsplash As I watched the elk, I knew my life was in for a change. I knew what Jackson’s future held and there was no space in my future for him. All he knew how to do was to hold me back. At first, I thought his questions were sweet as if he was wanting to get to know me. His questions morphed into…
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Cemetery
She always believed in the supernatural Waited for the ghosts to come The ones who only ate mackerel When no one showed, she only felt glum Never knowing where to turn And never knowing who to trust She dove deep into herself Forever or bust
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Martyr
She called herself a martyr But one that was a ferocious non-starter On the eve of her death She was determined to take one last deep breath Then ran to catch her charter
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Footprints
When I saw the muddy footprints crossing the newly mopped kitchen floor, I was initially furious. But when I saw the message on the wall, I thought I was hallucinating. My neighbor had departed from this life six months before and I had yet to fully accept his death. But the message had to be…
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Repulsed
I was completely repulsed by the stranger immediately. There was something about his swagger that triggered me. It kind of reminded me of how my neighbor walked and even though he was cleared of any wrongdoing by a technicality, I was pretty sure he did murder his wife. Stacy “disappeared” two days after I heard…
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Finished
“She has just finished. Now the question is where will she go next?” Samantha pulled her back into the classroom and put her fingers to her lips. She was serious about this recognizance phase we were trying to pull on our Chemistry teacher. Samantha was convinced Mrs. Compton was a ghost of her former self. …
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Just Like Mama Made It
“I made it just like mama made it,” I said softly to Mary. I slid the plate in front of her and prayed she would eat. I wasn’t sure she had eaten anything in the last forty-eight hours. I packed away as I watched her had reach toward her fork and I paused as her…
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Gently
I watched her gently fold the shirt and place it on the bed. It was the gentlest thing I have ever seen Jenny do. Jenny was often brash, impulsive and had an uncontrollable temper. But now she was staring tenderly at a t-shirt lying on her bed. A t-shirt I had seen her wear many…