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Death Visits.

As the pain in my chest grows, my heart pounding as though trying to beat against the bone cage which surrounds it and escape, I feel my breath fleeting; struggling on the intake but rushing to leave me like my soul eager to release its self from this fleshy jail.

Death hovers near, beckoning with wings open, a smile on her lips, arms welcoming an embrace, I fear not this moment. This is a celebration of a new beginning, for we are born to die, and as this thought enters it just as quickly leaves and I see my body, still and peaceful on the cold hard ground, I see the billowing gown of Death surrounding me and look into her eyes as this world disappears.

Good bye old world.

Published by faithaugust

Clinical Hypnotherapist, mother, wife & grandmother. Sun worshipper and Spiritualist. Inspired by Art and the beauty of the world.

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