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being alive is like,, being so full of love and so full of loss at the same time. a lot to carry around either way.

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bloodied

battered

bruised

the fallen says

"i deserve better"

and they rise

. bravery

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Blood pooled skies

Obsidian waves

The blue moon is waning

Shark skull

Void body

Death quietly looks above

Soft admiration

Tender love

Does the moon think of Death too?

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despite the grief, we have to let life in.

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Ŵ̴̗̖̚E̷̜͌͜ ̸̢͋A̴͚͆R̶̰̎ͅȆ̵̹͜ ̵͍̜̍W̶͉̞͋̍Ā̴̝̯̋T̴̳̈C̸̈́ͅȞ̸̡I̶̳̳̍͘N̴̟͇̎G̷͎͛

Commissions open if you want a shadow of your own

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Ritual by Mary Esther Muñoz

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drip , drip , drip , drip

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Oliver and Death came to visit

while I was eating dinner on the porch

I thought I had to do a physical grand ritual

to mark my consent with Death.

Write a contract, sign it with blood

Gestures I was willing to do

"You've already done everything," Oliver said, while I was properly stuffing my face.

"You've never been interested in such things before."

I suppose I thought that's what I had to do.

"Why?"

What do you mean?

"Death accepts us as we are. Why would you think you'd have to do something big-"

When I haven't been interested in that before. . .

Death was in the rocking chair, quietly looking in a light polluted night sky. May 7th was the New Moon; there was no moon I could see. But Death stared up fondly anyway, as if marveling in her beauty.

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Even in shadows the Moon doesn't forget what she is. Many appreciate her only when fully lit to our human eyes, but who appreciates her when she can't be seen?

Like a moonflower blooming under the evening stars, maybe I can bloom in the shadows too.

So when my thoughts are cast in darkness, may I remember that I'm still beautiful, even if I can't see it at the moment.

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Death's claws dripped with wisping shadows

and sunk them deep into Their neck.

The Void of Death glazes Their eyes

Their pupils begin to eclipse

When Death lets go

Their blood will flow

and act as Their signature

The Fallen has arisen.

The Universe lays witness.

The contract has begun