by Jean Jones
The angel of death will take me to you,
after I finally reach to take her hand,
and there you will be, with your chains,
ropes, and thumbscrews, and shiny hooks,
asking me how I was when I was alive,
and I will lie, trying to run away,
but the angel of death will not let me go.
'Let me see,' you will say, and polish that parabolic mirror of yours,
reflecting my karma for all to see:
everything I have ever done in my life.
Then you will let those shiny hooks loose,
and I will scream and scream until
the angel of death whispers:
'This is all an illusion of your mind.
Pay attention to nothing.
The only thing that exists at this very moment is yourself.
We are all phantoms of your creation.
We cannot kill you again for you are already dead',
and at that point, everything will vanish
and my body will still be intact.
© 2017 Jean Jones
Jean Jones teaches English as a Second Language Basic
Skills for Cape Fear Community College. He has an MFA in Creative
Writing from Bowling Green State University in Bowling Green, Ohio and
has a book of poems available on Amazon.com entitled Beyond
Good and Evil. He has had poems published in Aphelion as well
as Horror Zine online.
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