༒Angel’s Gale༒
꧁The Wind and Water of Death ꧂
I’m a heap of flesh
on a mattress of plastic;
drifting through the sea.
☆꧁༒💿༒꧂☆
There’s a gale that sings
a soothing song for angels;
quiet ecstasy.
☆꧁༒💿༒꧂☆
Underneath the stars
the ocean breaks. The reaper
says kindly to me,
☆꧁༒💿༒꧂☆
“Remember to breathe
until we reach the glass beach,
where we’ll die in peace.”
About the Creator
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐄 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒 🌸🗝
✦❁℘ ꕤ 🧷
𝐈’𝐦 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫.
𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜, 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.
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The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
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The music, the visuals, and the poetry are all so beautiful!