A Beginning

So I’ve been working on some things with Adobe Spark and my poetry, so here is what I’ve made. The picture is from Adobe Spark.

In Passing

With the recent passing of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds, her mother and a wonderful actress, I just, can’t believe all that we have lost this year. David Bowie. Alan Rickman. Prince. So many wonderful and creative people, not just on the silver screen, but through music and writing have left us. This also brings to light what we have all dealt with.

Death is something we all know about, but also seems surreal. It’s always on the edge of our existence. Celebrities are on a global stage, but that doesn’t mean they are any different. We each have family. We know what they’re dealing with. My heart goes out to the family of Carrie Fisher and her mother, and to every other person dealing with loss of a celebrity, or within their family. Its a sad year, but we can get through this. Thank you.

A Kiss with Death

“Ew, stop. You know I hate it when you do that.”

“Babe, it’s my job. What am I going to do? Take the night off? I don’t think so. Too much is at stake.” He wraps his arm around his waist as the man lies on the ground, overdosing on some useless mundane substance. “You’re the one that fell in love with me. What else did you think I would do?”

“I didn’t think you’d kill people in front of me.” Jasper pouts but puts his hand in Death’s that was on his side. They watch as the man releases his last breath and the soul comes out like a little wisp. Death grabs a jar from within his long coat and collects the little fluff-ball.

“I think you just hate watching the light fade, knowing that once that was you.” Death snickered.

“Too close.”

“But instead of a little puff-ball like this decrepit soul, you are you. It’s really rare honestly.”

“I think I just loved the thought of leaving it all behind, of seeing you again, that I grew as a soul and not a person. I still remember the face you made when I came out. You had a jar out and everything.”

“Let’s just say you were hard to catch.”

“Didn’t need a jar that’s for sure.”

“Nope, all I needed was this.” And Death pumped his hips out a couple of times.

“Oh stop it.” Jasper smacked him playfully. Even though no-one could see them, he still got embarrassed.

“What? I remember the first time we–” Death said with a wicked smile.

“Yeah, and it was the best I’ve ever had. Even before…” Jasper got a little glassy-eyed.

“Hey. HEY. That is over. Got it? You’ve got me now. I will never hurt you, not like they did.” Death grabbed Jasper around the waist and twisted him face to face. He looked Jasper in the eyes, and they brightened up a little.

“Thanks. I don’t like where I go when I do that.” Jasper put his head on Death’s shoulder.

“You sure you don’t want to go hunting? You may like who is coming up on the list.” Death said, rubbing his back.

“I don’t know if I could get over the sight of it even if it was them.” Jasper slight shook as he said it.

“It’ll be okay. They’ll get their turn soon. And I’m sure it’ll be just what they deserve.” Death continued to rub his back while Jasper let it out. “Shhh, everything is okay now.”

“Th-thanks. I’m really glad I met you.” Jasper moved and looked into Death’s eyes. “I never realized how terrifying your eyes are.”

“Why? Because they’re all black?”

“Nah, I just can see inside of you is all.” Jasper said and kissed Death.