Salena Godden

Mrs Death Misses Death

Sarah Jackson

Seher Mohsin

It’s a very simple question that Life asks: Will you walk with me? 

And sex. May your sex be alive and good sex. Sex like fucking in a broken lift, hurtling down with the skyscraper in flames. May sex be like diving and may sex be like flying, may your sex be like breathing love's name in a prayer; like finding home, dry land and earth. And kissing, so much kissing, the best kisses. Sex and food and drink and books. You really don't need much else. Maybe a nice view of the sky. Some shoes that dont hurt. A bed and roof that won't leak. Some singing, some music and tempo. A heart full and a soul fed, a head full of dreams and possibilities, what more could you possibly want? What more is there?

That last line was oddly comforting. Like just because I’m nearly 30 doesn’t mean I am set in my ways and just like this. I don’t know myself just yet. I may still meet her. 

When you die, it will not be how you think or when expect. I do not come for you like a cleaner when it is handy and convenient for you. Let's just hope you leave a better place than the one you were born into, a world fit for generations to come. Let's hope I come when you are busy doing something you want to live for. Let us hope I come when you are doing something you would die for. And let's hope that if you do kill yourself, you are well over forty years old, because to kill yourself before age forty is like murdering a stranger.

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