Today’s Prompt was a picture of a sculpture in the snowy woods. I focused on the slow process of death.
Transitions
She begins transitioning
From life to death
The process creeps
Like a slow morphine drip
Sentences shorten
To phrases
Phrases to mumbles
Mumbles to silence
Movement loses fluidity
Like a toddler’s first steps
No muscles pulling and pushing
Only bruised flaccid flesh
Until lying in a bed is all
Her dying body can do
In silence and waiting
For her soul to rise, free.
