DEATH Poem: BEWARE THE WINTER MARSH, by Marissa LaPorte

It’s Crystal Clear, Wingless Dreamer 2023

You are always falling in and out
of my mortal existence
Only appearing late at night
like a ghost
but you won’t come near
What kind of Demon are you?
If you are a Demon at all?
Have you come to haunt me
or hurt me?
I can’t feel the absence of heat
like with other phantoms of the night
who have stopped by
on their way to something
bigger and better than this mortal life
Life is only the beginning
my intuition has lead me to believe
There is the smell of rotting meat
it is choking me, I cough, I sputter
Your red eyes squint toward me in the dark
Those red circles narrow, beckon me to follow
Hypnotized, I am lead out of my warm bed
and into the cold
and unforgiving winter night
Outside, I stumble down a slippery slope
Sliding into the soggy marsh below
I need to reach you
I cannot turn back now
Please slow down
I am losing my slippers
to the hungry Earth
I realize only now that I’m ravenous, too
It is an overwhelming yearning I have never known
Only now can I see your intentions
for this late night trip to the winter marsh
I will be the one
who is chewed
and spit back out

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