Posted in Death & Mortality Series

I saw Death another time.

Yesterday.

She made her usual offers, silently.

Silently, I said not yet.

Silently, she turned away.

She is patient. She can wait forever. This happens often.

[Originally written sometime last week or the week before. In between two hospitalizations involving alkalosis.]

This post is part of my Death & Mortality Series.  Please read my introduction to my Death & Mortality series if you can, to understand the context I write this in.  Thank you.

A woman sits next to a grim reaper in a laundromat, both reading books looking bored.
When your relationship with Death becomes this casual…
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Hufflepuff. Came from the redwoods, which tell me who I am and where I belong in the world. I relate to objects as if they are alive, but as things with identities and properties all of their own, not as something human-like. Culturally I'm from a California Okie background. Crochet or otherwise create constantly, write poetry and paint when I can. Proud member of the developmental disability self-advocacy movement. I care a lot more about being a human being than I care about what categories I fit into.

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