#47.2

She said “Welcome to hell, my name is Death” as she put her hand in mine, I felt the echo of a heartbeat within a mile of my chest and nearly drowned as I drew in her cold breath. The candlelight seemed to fall into her alabaster skin as I took note that her eyes were both kind and bright, forgiving, in the moment, the circumstance and thinking to myself ‘You’re going to die, however, a good woman is hard to find’.

-Q.t