I died last night.
The crows pierced the clouds overhead and the stars fell in and I died. Glistening veins pouring like a river, slinking over time-worn bones and the worms. Breeding, bursting, popping inside like crackling wood. Fires of love and life smoldered to a slow smoky trail of ashes. A blinding light, trailing over fingers, twitching as they curl under for the last time. Cold steel divides the line between flesh and meat, extracting my insides. Questioning the manner in which I passed. Burning skin twisting in the flames as it chars into dust.
Let me join my brothers.
Ahead is green. Seeping into the risk of me. Breathing for me. Being me. Thoughts faded and irrelevant to doing. Expectations rinsed away to expose the very center of me. Existing as a memory of many.
I am free.
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You do the poetic prose so well and lovely. Perfect imagery.
"Fires of love and life smoldered to a slow smoky trial of ashes."
This left me virtually speechless. Amazing writing, Carrie, as always.
I am so glad "Ahead is green". Thank you.
Perfectly apt for this time of year.
Adam B @revhappiness
I sense a transformation coming on. Liminal. Nice.
Harrowing and dare I say, perhaps liberating...
Let's have a moment of silence for that beautiful prose.
"The crows pierced the clouds overhead and the stars fell in and I died." Love that.
ONWARD TO VALHALLA!
for a moment I wished i could be a companion on the journey... nicely written...
Thank you all so very much. Let's hope it's truly this peaceful.
I like your spin on death. Peace...
Long live Carrie!
Enjoy living again at the new URL!
Carrie, this is simply gorgeous. My favorite line, "Ahead is green. Seeping into the risk of me." Just just sings to me.
Eighteen hotly chilling sentences perfectly defining "the line between flesh and meat." Carrie, this is a true work of art. I salute you.
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