Come're Options

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"Come're. Come here, to me."
Pretending not to see, to hear,
averting her gaze away,
her head shakes side to side,
lips pursed into a thin, tight line.

He smiles, and waits, she would come.
They always come to him; eventually.

Afternoon visitor upset with his lurking
shaking her helpless fist and cursing.
Offering exchange - a deal - foolish promises.
He looks away, as if he cannot see, or hear
not even bothering to pretend to care.

Persistant whispers:
"Come're. Come to me."
He would not chase her down,
Her pupils so large in the night -
so pretty; delicate flower; lovely.

Coaxing, "Come....come now to me".
From her bed she rises into his embrace,
thinking, "This is not so bad".
He savors her sweet breath, tenderly offering escape.
She remembers she's beautiful and she smiles.


Morning comes and they are gone
fragile old bones lay alone


The kiss of death

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hi Phyche,

You're not way off base at all, it IS Death calling to her the entire time..and..she knows it is Him/Death, there is also a point where again you're correct in that she tries to barter with him, yet while he will not barter he is content to wait it out, until she is ready. I think I need to tighten this up some, I'm just not sure where to start yet. Thank you for taking the time to look it over...

Steve--good suggestion on the italics vs quote marks, I'll add that into any revisions I make ..thanks

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