Who Am I to Argue?

I blinked at the man next to me.
Had never seen him before yet here he was standing where Jill had been.
Looked around. People still danced although a few were screaming and pointing.
I followed the trajectory of fingers to discover…….me at the end?
OMFG is that what I really look like? Who the hell thought I was beautiful?
Deep breaths. In. Out. Look over at the guy next to me. Is that a joint? Silently he passes to me…..
‘I’m dead now right?’
‘Appears so.’
‘Huh. What happens now?’
Death turns to me.
I realize now that he had been wearing a skin.
Proud to know this……see son I did listen when you spoke about the fortress game you played.
He drops his mask and I am confronted with the grinning skull head.
Ohhhhhhhh so scary…..
yeah I don’t think so.
‘No screaming?
No hysterics?
No pleading?
Bargaining?’
Death was in a conundrum I could see.
I suppose it is odd.
How many people has he arrived to collect and found them cool and calm?
Ready to go when the conductor screams ‘All Aboard.’
Going to go with not very often.
‘I am guessing you see more kickers and screams than those resigned/accepting of their fate?’
‘What is wrong with you?’ Death glared at me.
Tiny flames dancing in his empty eye sockets.
Honestly kinda cool.
I watched for a few moments before pulling back and smiling.
‘Well should you ask most people they would say everything.
I am dead right?
If I am dead there is no use fighting it.
If I am having a hallucinogenic dream
I will awaken.
However not often that I dream of Death
and in such detail
which leads me to believe you are the real deal.’
Death gritted his teeth.
One could see the squirrels running the exercise wheel
although when he glared at me
I realized
Death knew what I was thinking.
I grinned.
He was my ticket out of here.
Heaven or Hell?
Who knew?
He did.
Better be nice.
©May 17/20
Picture via Pinterest

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

2 thoughts on “Who Am I to Argue?”

  1. Oh yes! Now if I had to go on that journey, you are the one woman I would want with me! Love the attitude, love the idea of confusing the hell out of Death, love the calmness and real serenity of this piece! Considering the subject matter, it’s actually very lighthearted and I found myself smiling throughout it.😁 LOVE IT!!!

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    1. I had so much fun writing it. Suddenly popped into my head. I have been on holidays since last Thursday which has given me time to get all the stress out and the creative juices flowing. Am glad that you are slowly getting back in the swing of things. Chatty email coming up. 🙂

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