If you wanted to set your life on fire, there wasn’t a better combination. You, me and Life.
You saw me and, at the same time, you were disgruntled with Life. Or bored with Life. Or perhaps you were just content with Life. But we both knew that Life was the problem.
Life was the innocuous guest at the party. The one who sipped her drink and used a napkin under her finger food. The one who talked about the weather and her garden and allowed you to talk about yourself. Life was the one who would show up for work the next day.
Life didn’t make you want to rip apart your skin to see where the truth of your soul hides. That’s where I came in. Life didn’t realise how much she needed me. Neither did you.
I’ve been called all of those but for you I was Death Becomes Her.
I work the party better than Life ever did. I offered you a fourth drink even though your car waited outside. I was the voice which said the condom wasn’t needed. I tickled your throat with the cigarette you took outside under the stars.
I don’t wash ever my hands.
I watched you as you drank your morning coffee and scrolled through the news of tsunami in a place far away. I was in the backseat of your car as you clicked your seat belt into place. I was there when a man took his life and used it against you. But you snuggled up with Life, the two of you curled together in that tiny space in time, your eyes averted from the darkness of me and my eternity.
Every now and then, Life would let you look toward me. She allowed you to see me in the eyes of a friend as cancer invaded his body. She played you my song in the wail of an ambulance. She knew I waited in the pages of your photo albums.
But her attention span was short and so was yours.
You needed the reminder, not the finale. Not yet. You felt the light brush past you. The lump in your left breast was benign.
You needed to know that it ends so you can set Life on fire. Because Life is not finished with you yet.
Besides, the chicken wings at this party are delicious.
11 Replies to “Death Becomes Her”
I enjoyed the contrast between Life and Death here. Sometimes we want to buddy up with Life, and other times we need a little brush with Death. Very thought provoking.
This prompt fit into my week well. I hope you set Life on fire.
Terrific trio… you, Me and Life.
It’s a formidable trio! Thanks so much for your comment.
The contrast worked for you here!
Thank you so much!
I love your characters in this, so many perfect details to set them apart. For some reason,” I don’t ever wash my hands” really stuck with me.
Trish! I’m so glad you wrote three pieces this week, because I get to gush three times! I really loved this. You, me and Life is perfect! I’m so glad that you wrote this with Death in 2nd person. It made the prompt purposeful.
Awww thanks Melony. It’s been really fun doing all three. I have realised I could actually squeeze out some time to do this most weeks. I don’t think I’ve ever written in 2nd person before so that was really fun. Thanks again!!!
Someone said “I don’t ever wash my hands” to me the other day and I nearly keeled over from the ick of it. Death just seemed to be that kinda being. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment!
The Life and Death contrast worked really nicely. I like the idea of Death as a rebellious, edgy character (I really want Death to be super attractive too, but that may be because I’m watching the latest season of Lucifer on Netflix!). I also really like the humour of a threesome (you, Death and Life) being suggested at a wild party with excellent chicken wings — this is such a neat idea.