What Death Said To Me

Heaven or Hell?

"Heaven or Hell?" That is what death said to me.

I raised my face up to him, eyes hollowed and sad. The skin remained unwrinkled at barely twenty three. I had never smoked a day in my life never even had a sip of beer. Yet here I was, being asked where to go. All because my boyfriend, the man I loved so dearly, had killed me in a fit of anger.

I was dead, because the unfailing truth of the matter was: we all die, black or white, young or old. We all die, in either filthy poverty or unhappy riches.

Maybe it was for the best. Our world had been such a dreary place. A place where only pretend happiness lived.

A place where parents beat their children.

Man killed man.

Love cheated with another.

"Why go to heaven, when I already live in hell?"