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

the light.

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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