For Better or Worse

Feeling better. Feeling worse.
Silently, another curse is formed.
Your spirit never had to be reborn.
Tired flesh. The intermesh
just really isn't working anymore.
All that's left is stepping through the door.
Vast, the realm of all that's left unknown.
Intellect cannot confess the climb.
Matter drifting past the realms of time.
Inundated microwaves. The popcorn
all has lost its taste. The butter slips
and slides unto the floor.

Feeling better. Feeling worse.
The curse of life begins to burst.
People pouring past the hearse,
too anxious to move on.
While the illusions that they built
their lives upon just fade away.
For no one in the hierarchy
can keep the spell in place.
Beauty of the face caved in.
Soft skin hanging. Wrinkled, thin.
The coffin is a blessing after all.

Feeling better. Feeling worse.
The ending to another verse of life...

? Michaelette ?

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