Life and Death

the imposing site rose
out of the middle of nowhere.
it appeared to be a building,
a building made of dark,
sot coloured stone
and surrounded by a field of
bight red roses—
roses so bright and
alive they seemed almost
otherworldly.

she had entered the building,
not exactly sure where she was
or what she was doing there.
the cold stone seemed to breathe
and pulse as if it were alive.
she glanced about at the
strange beings walking around
as if this was any other ordinary day.
her body tingled and began
to shimmer with an unknown force.

she felt herself rising
as if her body had
dissolved to mist—
rising higher and higher.
she shuddered as on of the
odd passersby walked through her.
still, she rose,
floating higher until
she reached the roof
of this wondrous building.


the night was clear…
moonless…
gorgeous.
stars glittered across the
arc of the sky in an
extravagant, misty sprawl of light.
the warm wind was blowing,
blowing ferociously hard,
but she could not feel it.

gazing out at this
beautiful starscape,
she became aware of
the pinkening dawn sky.
time seemed to pass
faster at this level.
marveling in the coming day,
that was when she spied it.
the looming, inky death bag
hovering over the edge of the city.