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the angel of death
is always beside me I am not sure why in fact he is sitting beside me right now and I can't help thinking of that blue oyster cult song which isn't very comforting it reminds me of long car rides as a child where I sat in the backseat car sick smelling my parent's cigarette smoke hoping that the wind from the rolled down window would carry me away his face is a smiling skull I have seen him with a scythe and without a scythe his wings like black fire sometimes he just appears as a shadow behind me his hand on my shoulder now that I have made friends with my demons maybe I should just learn to hang with the grim reaper he certainly seems to like me at night when I hear the ghosts calling he never leaves me alone our bond is a thousand years old he knows I am drifting so he tells me that life is just one long car ride and maybe it is time to think about parking in the candle light his face is grim his mouth a cave that I want to explore
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June 2023
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