Demise

Death is an end to the dichotomy of a meaningful,humdrum existence.

It has a scent of a crumbled Broadway stage.

A stage that carried Othello along with his jealousy, hamlet and his vengeance, Antigone and her determination, Prometheus with his free will, Not to mention, Nina ( Black swan) and her paranoia.

A scent of an abandoned cabin, That carries the smell of some superfluous memories and the moisture inside the the house’s Oak wood.

The grim reaper along with his dim gray outfit, comes as the pesky tick-tock that we all consciously set but never predict.

Death does have a message.

“ don’t avoid me, I’m the only inevitable fact

I’m your salvation.”