The following is my personal response to the short story “The Story of an Hour” by Kate Chopin. I died of heart disease. I was a woman trapped in the merciless cycle of conformity. I[…]
Tag: death
When Love Grows Cold
“Into this lonely room so satin and cold Silent eyes are staring Voices calling me to be free…” – REO Speedwagon, Dead At Last Brently Mallard’s fingertips were colder than his wife’s, even though[…]
White Woods
The following is a poem that was emulated from Rumi’s When I Die – it is written from the point of view of Blanche DuBois, to her sister Stella DuBois. WHITE WOODS (WHEN I DIE)[…]
A Letter to War ~ Free Choice
Dear War: I saw you in the news today. You looked the same as you always did. You were wearing a scarf woven out of the threads cast by fear and hatred; power and insanity.[…]
Sleep
The whole situation had suddenly changed from a joyful celebration of the New Year to death knocking at the door. I was in the lounge, sharing my first kiss with a boy I had met a few[…]
Death In Society
It was raining that day. In the rain, stood a girl, standing in front of a graveyard. Her eyes were red after having what could have been thousands of tears flow through them; her face[…]