[ it's 18th century ]
Thou sinners,
may deliver me from shadows
of helpless ghosts
to my awaited visitor,
congratulate yourself
for not having your feet in my flowers
but to be mentioned in this
a life felt like island
trapped in gorgeous yet deep ocean
has now come to an end.
— eunbi
i held the last poem i just wrote five minutes ago in my hand, caressing it. i held it gently as i stood up from where my body has seated and went to the door after hearing the knock i've been waiting.
before that, i looked at my dead body, laying in the floor, one hand holding a gun, pointed at my head.
oh, she's beautiful.
with that blood under her skin, comforting her. a perfect scenery of me.
"you knew what you've done" a cold voice welcomed me as i opened the door with cold wind passing by.
"if committing a sin leads me to your beautiful face, i don't really mind" i grinned, not too long enough before examining her face and black dress.
the death. she's more than what i expected, she has a perfect feature, perfect body, if this is the end i don't wanna start again.
"a little gift for visiting me, death" said i, handing her the poem. she took it, read it and frowned. "do you not like it?"
"i am, of course, congratulating myself but, honey, does life sounds gorgeous to you?" she asked, i giggled.
"i wouldn't have been here if life didn't pull me" i answered. now she, trying to be convinced by my words, just shrugged and folded the paper to put comfortably at one of her pockets.
"right. to wash off the formality, call me hyewon. death has name too, you know" hyewon grinned which perfectly fits her black lipstick, black hair and black dress. i should have died so early.
"i am–"
"eunbi. i know who am i gonna pick up, bitch" wow, death got some humor.
"am i going to hell?"
"i am not an angel nor devil, i am sorry i could not answer that" she apologized.
i closed the door as i went outside and we just started walking without any planned direction. "i love your dress, now i know wearing purple isn't a bad idea" said hyewon which made me laugh. "may you answer me why you decided to shot yourself?"
"when a sentence doesn't seem to matter anymore, you put a dot into it" we suddenly stopped walking, she's now just staring at me.
"you're a great writer"
"yes, i am, yet no one knew" i whispered the last four words a little bit.
"thank you for explaining what life is" she smirked and we continued walking, i have no idea where are we going so i asked. "i'm just taking you for a walk, might as well feel the moon above us"
"where's my angel? or devil? where are them? who's gonna send me to heaven or who knows hell?" i dramatically asked, gripping on her dress, swaying it. "i'm not gonna be a ghost, am i?"
"it depends. but dead people usually see light or ocean of fire, do you not see any of them?" she asked which made me anxious but happy at the same time because i hadn't seem to see one so i shook my head. "then there's still an unfinished business"
"what does that mean by any reasons?"
"no one's gonna take you if you had something tied on your wrist" i immediately looked at my wrist– "a poet must know what a metaphor is"
"okay my bad, but i don't have a clue what is tied up into me– maybe... maybe it's you"
sounds stupid but i think the one who should be sending me away is what pulling me from leaving.
hyewon chuckled elegantly, "what makes you think that way?"
"because you're gorgeous? for heaven's sake i have not a lover before"
"you're asking me to be your lover then? life might be jealous"
"i shall dare you, death. i dare you to kiss me" she had her eyes wide opened right after i said the dare.
"i'm afraid i have no knowledge about what you just dare–" never have it crossed my mind that dying means i could kiss death at her cheeks and i even made her cheeks red.
"no lights yet. maybe i could see one if your lips–"
"i suggest you to kill yourself again" she shut me off, still with those burning cheeks.
"i am inviting you to come again in my house, hyewon" said i, she sighed for a second and before i could collect myself, she already had her lips on top of mine.
the moment her lips left mine, aiming for another one, "see you again" i heard it so clear but after a blink of an eye, she's gone.
and all i could see is light.
[ 20th century ]
it was so bright.
feeling the pain hit my whole body, especially my head, it hurts for a little amount of time and in just a second, it's gone, i couldn't feel it anymore.
that's when i saw my body, laying down the road, showering on its own blood.
did i just got hit and run? fuck it, i was just about to go home after my work and... i'm fucking dead?
i'm even wearing my beautiful purple dress.
my eye blinked for a second, letting a tear go away and touched my cheeks. "where the heaven do i go now?"
"wanna go for a walk, hyewon?" a lady in all black asked, i examined her head to toe and not gonna lie, she's perfectly gorgeous.
"how did you–"
"i know who am i gonna pick up, bitch" wow, lady got some humor.
"so you're the one who's gonna pick me up? i have never been so thankful in my whole life" we giggled at what i said.
"i love your dress, now you're the one who's in purple and i'm in black"
