He was a Miracle Glued Together by Death's Honey
By An Ode to Creativity Blog - January 04, 2021
He was a Miracle Glued Together by
Death's Honey
He lied there.
Bones became fractured jewels
lying in a sand of blood.
And Death, who was decked
out in colours, walk closer
to him; ever step left a trail
of dead grass footprints.
Death knelt and placed
her hand on his chest.
She whispered in his ear.
“I’m giving you a second chance
to make things right,
don’t forget that,
but if you do,
even for a moment
I will be the one that stops
your heart.” And in a blink, bones
became whole and new air
was collected in lungs,
but the spot where his heart
once was was now home to a hole.
His heart sat in a honey coloured box
on a bookcase next
to other boxes full of hearts
of the people she saved.
He was a miracle glued
together by Death’s honey.
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