October

By TheShyAssassin

Fri, 31 Aug 2018

I would picture myself on my final bed. Reflecting.

The nurses would be kind, the morphine warming.

And I'd console myself.

After all, my Darwinian duty was done, the species was safe.

But was that all? Was that it?

Quiet desperation...

Bitter recrimination...

Potential unfulfilled...

But then one night I threw a magic boomerang.

It came back heavy with love, trust and joy.

Now I have no fear.

And despair is now a stranger.

Her name is Salvation.