Aurora Magazine 2018

Death

M C K E N Z I K U M P F

I’ve watched her grow for eighteen years, And now her time is drawing near. I’ll wrap her in my protective embrace And take her to my resting place. Her raven black hair and glistening eyes Stare intently at the midnight sky. The frigid water pierces her skin, As she thinks of times that could’ve been. I know the love deep in her heart And the pain that eats and rips apart. I know the weight she secretly bears, And all the evil in their stares. She has been alone for far too long, So I’ll take her to where she’ll belong. A place where she is finally free, With no more thoughts of what used to be. I know the thoughts within her mind; Knowing she is out of time. She closes her eyes, and I grab her hand, To take her away to a distant land. I lead her to the crystal gate, And I left her there to seal her fate. I turn and leave without a sound, Returning home to the frozen ground. I descend down to where she lay, And watch her drift upon the bay. Her delicate form; lifeless and pale, Chillingly, breathtakingly, dreadfully frail. Another life I have claimed. In many ways, I feel ashamed. But the cycle continues without a pause For I receive no final applause.

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