came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.
He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.
He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.
The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.
The tale of the man who was meant for me
yet still didn’t want me
and that was not my fault but his
for his life went on a different path.
Death pushed in his chair and declared,
‘It’s time for you to go’
despite my tea’s warmth
and my story was not quite finished.
‘I’m not ready to go’
I bellowed and threw my cup
it shattered but did not crash
hot tea spilled yet did not stain.
‘That does not matter, it is time.’
One long hand stretched out
beckoning me forward
promises that could not be said.
‘Time for what?’
I asked, still I knew the answer
for when the tea spilled and didn’t stain
and the cup fell but did not break, I knew.
‘Time to die.’
I had no choice, I had to go
for I was dead long before
death came to visit.
Before you all start about how I said the gender of death changed a bunch, that is on purpose. Most people think of death as a man, but really I have never seen any indication that death was a girl or a boy, so I tried to incorporate that into my work. In my piece, death is called a man, woman, and an it. Since death is merely a skeleton, I took a bit of liberty with that.
Please let me know what you think, how I can improve, and other suggestions!
I agree that Death, or the concept and portrayal of Death, is genderless. Look at Neil Gaiman's "Sandman" comics - Death is a goth-y female with an Ankh, which ironically means life in Ancient Egypt.
Or, you can check out my page about my own little story on N.G.'s Death here - spreadsandshuffles.deviantart.…
Death is another truth to this world that I see,
an inescapable fate that can occur quiet easily.
From the smallest of mistakes, like a flick of the hand,
or the greatest misfortunes, by the king's demand.
The way people see it depends on the age,
from the thing's they endured to the wars they waged.
Life is a beautiful lie, while Death is the ugly truth.
I fear not Death, it is the dieing part that scares me.
Life is pain. Life is pleasure. Life is simply a fact, that we exist, we think, we live, love, and lose everything we hold dearest and closest to our hearts in the end.
Death is... peace. Death is freedom. Death is an old friend we've known our entire life, but never been able to meet. Death is solitude, the great unknown, the essence of everything that happens in this world.
Death, nothing else, is the ultimate meaning of life.
But hey, I did like it, seriously, I just hope my comment wasn't to harsh, I wanted to expres my opinion. I don' read much of anything, but yours got me interested from title to end, I give you a point for getting my attention with some literature.