Knock, Knock

     Knock, knock.  She coughed, fresh blood peppering her handkerchief.   Bone weary, rankled with pain, her breaths shallow and spare.    Knock, knock.  Persistent knocking, rattling her brains.  Enough!   Flinging open the door, embracing death, welcoming everlasting life.   The valiant warrior succumbs. Sweet relief.

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Heaven

One minute, “Sugar” cranked…

the next…

crash,

twisted metal,

shattered glass,

and what’s left of me covered in blood, my limbs twisted grotesquely. 

A white mist,

a brilliant light beckons,

and I can’t resist. 

Behind iridescent gates, with open arms, Jesus welcomes.

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