Dear Grandpa,
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I cleared out your clothes today.
I saw your favorite shirt,
And your favorite grey wooly jumper,
You always used to wear in winter.
The clothes still smell like you~
That one jumper and shirt,
Still remind me of your presence,
Embracing nothing but positivity,
Once stepping into a room,
Making the environment feel warm and graceful.
I still cherish your favorite clothes~
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It brought back loads of nostalgic memories,
Back when you raised me,
It reminded me of the times back when I had someone,
Someone who understood me~
~
I hope death,
Is like when you would carry me out of the car to my bed,
Still hearing the laughter from the next room over~
I hope you come by flying down,
From the sky as beautiful dove,
Who has nothing but access to freedom,
Collecting my soul on the way,
To show my perseverance of learning to survive without you.
I miss you~
~
Authors Notes:
Thank you so much for reading my letter! ๐
About the Creator
Kodah
- Storyteller, Love/Romance, Poetry, Dark, Mental health, Psychological, Surreal, Nature, Mythical
~๐ข๐ฝ๐ธ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ผ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ท ๐ซ๐ฎ ๐ช ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ต๐ฎ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐น~
Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storm3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (5)
A wonderful tribute to your grandfather. I feel your love for him throughout.
This was such a beautiful tribute to your grandfather! May his soul rest in peace ๐๐ผ
The ending ๐๐
Beautiful story your sharing Kodah! Sending love โค๏ธ
Beautiful poem, absolutely beautiful and poignant! Sending lots of love to youโค๏ธ๐โค๏ธ So sorry for your loss