November 11, 2019
"Mes de los Muertos"

 

In the End

 
 
 

In the end
I'll be like you.
Dust with
flakes of skin and bone
wrapped in long hair.
Teeth chattering
With no voice.
No sense of taste
or smell.
No reason.
In the end
we'll be invisible,
impenetrable,
anonymous,
figments.
But then, we always were
you and I,
we always were.







First Published in In Flight Magazine, Paper Plane Pilots, January 2015

Article © Lynn White. All rights reserved.
Published on 2016-06-27
Image(s) are public domain.


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