Reaching toward the light,
then gasping back into her body.
Movement only habits left behind.
No longer aware of a difference,
she feasts with ancient souls
of days gone by.
when there is nothing left to lose.
Sanity is only bits and pieces of the truth.
The underworld thrives in between it all.
Listen, you can hear the altered ages
calling out the wisdom of their mysteries.
her withering, she glows.
Translucent skin stretched over only bones.
Weeping her farewells while slipping into evermore.
Yet there, within her dreams, the joy is real.
All the people that she loves absorb the feel.
Living, dead, or floating in between.
She seeks to find the home of might have been.
there she stops. Last slow, sweet breath
of life that floats into infinity...
? Michaelette ?
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