Greet Death

by Jowell Tan

where are you now?
i'm floating in an undefined space,
characterised by an abscence of light.

how are you feeling?
things are getting better, parts are slowly moving together.

what are you anticipating?
air, food, water - the usual things, plus all the other bonus stuff you guys keep talking about when you think i'm not listening.

who will you become?
whoever i shall grow into is the person i shall become. shall i not become myself?

when will you arrive?
a light will come on, a steady beat will start. and i will enter your lives with much kicking and screaming, as my similars do.

And it will be a glorious time.

(As these things usually are.)