She felt she was a modern Virgin Mary
Impregnated by the distance between
Everything she heard revolved around her
He was using her body to get to heaven
or so she thought
She asked his name
He said his name was Death
Wearing a black suit
He wandered away from her
She asked another he said his name was Nigel
An old woman sang a song she fond familiar
Excuse me, Madam...
What's your name?
She didn't answer
Author notes
(2004)
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