MORTICIA - An ode to dear death.

Dear Morticia, I wish death was taken as welcoming as birth. I wish I died a thousand times and said "oh that day, That death was more satisfying". I wish my soul had transcended to the barn owl that always stands beside my window. Whom the world never lends an eye to, who are considered a bad omen. Whose flight is a whisper uttered on a cold night, as my life in the day light. I wish it was them, but it was always death who stood beside my bed, waiting for my nod. I wish there were no kids born sick, or not born at all.

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