gracie

paramedics gathering in a halo around me shouting flash of red and blue the Mercedes sedan is stained with my blood my back against the asphalt the sky is a new shade of blue above me a figure looms over the clouds it peeks at me behind the sun death floats down towards me gathers my bloodied body into its arms

minho

the bullet slices through my skull outside my body, I watch as I hit the ground the money I’d stolen from the banks’s safe flutters around in wisps of soft green i watch as my attacker bolts away a pool of crimson spilling around me i glance up death walks towards me reaching for my arm

jamil

my deathbed is soft my grandchildren stroke my arms weeping with tearful voices but I don’t mourn my body is held aloft by a cloud I embrace death with open arms it invites me inward my wife peeks over its shoulder calling out to me and I smile