Not Even Death

photo credit: photo retrieved from Haunted America Tours

The hand he placed on her shoulder shimmered with an ethereal light, faint and pale.

She turned, startled.  Her eyes widened when she saw him.

“You’re…you’re here?

“You thought those pills would keep us apart?”  He exposed his wrists, revealed the ugly wounds. “Oh, lover, don’t you see? Now we’ve got eternity.”

She screamed.


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“It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.” –Helen Keller (1880-1968)

Once when my eyes were lost to me

I saw as only the blind can see:

I envisioned a life of roses and thorns

Of song and sermon

Right and wrong

And in my forever darkest night

I saw my world in glorious flight—

And when he with eyes that saw it all

Saw that I flew and did not fall

That in my blindness I was free!

Released, unbound

In ecstasy

I lived the life that I could not see—

When he with sight remarked my truth

And acknowledged that it was absolute

He saw his life devoid of use

Of love or passion

Or life’s abuse—

Into his corner he so crept

Bowed his head and softly wept.

Copyright 2012 © Elizabeth Michaud John.  All rights reserved.