Her time to go,
i repeat as the tears bubble and flow
She was captured by demons
denied our offers of liberation-
death was her freedom.
times She tried to fight
moments of gravitating towards
it was a battle, neither death nor i won
for Chels is omnipresent,
from her released energy i could never run.
She whispers from the thorns of flowers
embraces my lungs and
leaps out when i want to cower.
i wonder if She’ll sneak up for a caress
moments before my last breath,
to ease me into the ancestral plain,
and dance my way to death.
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