Death would remind us of the inevitable by biting at the backs of our knees,
Small nudges of discomfort and pain -
A long pause, a lost breath, a close call, an unexpected loss,
Life’s tug o’ war with the living, tying the two worlds,
Kissing vivacious experience with uncertainty,
Exhilarating destiny & heavy darkness, heaving us into a wonderful frightening delirium,
Born, bred, bone & blood, lost on ourselves.
Tasked with self-discovery, the mysterious lessons of an evolving soul,
Reaching for the bedside light, tucked in by romanced naivety and oblivion,
Rose-colored glasses faintly cracked at the sides, carved pathways of truth & vision,
Reading lessons of centuries and millennia, pages of those before and after,
Pleading for the answer, all while life is the glorious story,
And death, the unrelenting messenger.
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Brittani Watkins is a Freelance Writer hailing from Williamsport, Maryland. She enjoys writing poetry, essays, and short stories within the subject realm of history, art, travel, politics & philosophy, including macabre themes of death, horror, and the supernatural, as well as societal topics of feminism, mental health, civil rights, social class & equity. When not writing, Brittani reads voraciously, attempts to paint landscapes & portraits, and daydreams of her ensuing travel adventures with her partner, Barry, and their canine companion, Cairo. Contact her on Instagram: @brittaniwrotethis or via email at [email protected]