Limbo: casket for two.

Tonight I have a rendezvous with death by the unkept garden of fate. She begs to speak to me in the confinement of a grave, insisting she knows of all secrets pertaining to life. She called the reaper a fraud, pointing fingers at all the gods that purposely misled two centuries of her children. Her tense aura occupies where my soul once was, and maybe tonight I'll accept and be her groom.

Photocredit: "Avec Le Temps, Va, Tout S'en Va" by Bogdan Bousca.