#exploring death

[cmi-miu]

When I die...

When I die…

When I die, bury me in an open field of wildflowers, under the clouds, close to a river with not a soul around. In one of those abandoned places that have no houses nearby, with just the sound of nature, and birds, and just the clouds to keep me company. Someplace so far away it’ll take aeons to even think about visiting me. When I die… When I die, bury me in an open field of wildflowers, under…

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[anthosblanc]

Death Was Kind

I used to imagine my life alone. Like, coming into the world never knowing my sister or my mom. And I used to cry alone at three in the morning. Thoughts racing through my mind Imagining the people closest to my heart, vanish. I remember having a fever once, when I was eight. In a dream, Death greeted me and we went for a walk. Nice lady, Death was. She tells me about many wonders of the world. She asks me questions about my favorite books. Acts like she cares. Maybe, she did. Eventually we get to this high slope, skull heads and bones and dirt and shit all piled on each other. “Climb to the top.” I couldn’t. It wasn’t safe, logically I could die, I replied. “Nothing’s is safe, you might as well be dead.” I looked into her scarlet irises, skin glistening. “Don’t let that keep you from living.” I smiled and kissed her hand. The climb wasn’t so hard once I got over the smell of waste. Once at the top she met me there again. “Are you alright?” I notice an oddness once the alright left her lips. “You’ll lose parts of you, it’s natural.” I shook my body. “I’ll see you.”

I woke up an told my dad about the whole thing and he sat there quietly. He then asked me to go to bed. Later on, he asked me if I was afraid of death. “I’m more afraid of not getting out alive than actually dying.”