WHEN THE GRIM REAPER COMES A CALLING

When it comes time
for the Grim Reaper’s call.
Don’t mourn me at all.

No tear will you shed.
No sorrow will you feel.
When the Grim Reaper calls for me.

Your life is your own.
That, I will not disrupt.
No need to let you know,
when the Grim Reaper called for me.

You don’t know me in life.
Why know me in death?
Remain where you are.
No need to know
when the Grim Reaper called for me.

My one true love
is all who knows,
when the Grim Reaper called for me.

It is him,
and him alone,
who will set my ashes free.
After the Grim Reaper called for me.

My ashes are one
with Mother Earth.

They fly in her breeze,
nourishes her soil,
and swims in her seas.
All thanks,
to the Grim Reaper’s call for me.

Now my soul awaits
for the Grim Reaper’s call
for my one true love’s soul.

Until that day,
when the Grim Reaper
calls for him.
I will haunt you all.

My fiery rage,
you will know.
The damage,
the suffering,
will grow.

You may ignore me
in life,
but not
in death.

For when the Grim Reaper
comes a calling,
I will be the one
calling you.

Published by T.L. Hicks

Tracie Hicks is a Speculative Fiction. You can read her work at Coffee House Writers, where she is an editor. Tracie has an Associate of Arts degree in Communications from UoPX. Bachelor and Master of Arts degree in Creative Writing (focused on fiction and screenwriting) from SNHU. She wrapped up her education with an MFA in Creative Writing from SNHU. She is working on two books and one short story collection. You can read her work at tlhicks.me

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