They Died For Me

The angels hang by the tightening nooses of their halos.

The halos illuminate the room with a piercing white light

That glows upon my mortal face. Their eyes lock

On with mine, they are aware of my presence.

I am weakening like they are, but I have nothing to give

To express my gratitude to my guardians.

The halos are losing their beautiful glow,

Darkening the room to a blind Nothing.

They’re suspended in the air by the heavenly noose

While their elegant white wings disintegrate to black ashes.

They promised me their strength and faith in me

Would never dissipate in this world.

Below their feet, while shaking violently till their last breath,

A blinding white light shines, illuminating the room

Without the influence of the Sun or Moon.

The streaks of light swirl about the angels

And then pierces through my mortal being.

My heart no longer bleeds, as the angels

Have bestowed the powers of strength, love, and faith.

The eyes of my guardians have finally sealed as they

Dangle from their halos. All lights have gone out,

Revealing the world of Nothing we’ve all feared.

My heart begins to thump uncontrollably until it

Enlightens the world to a glorious sight.

I can no longer see my guardians dangle from their halos,

I’ve entered a beautiful world I’m familiar with

That drowns in chaos.

I’m on my own.

Strength. Love. Faith.

A Boyfriend’s Letter Sent From Heaven

Dear the Love of my life,

I’ve been dead for about a week now ever since the incident that claimed my life. I know you’re still grieving, but I thought I’d write you this letter so you know that I’m still watching over you. You’re just as lovely, if not more so, when I look down from Heaven. You can look up towards the sky at any time and smile at me and I’ll always smile back. Can you believe that you’re actually reading this right now? The technology is top notch up here in Heaven. Two angelic messengers named Malachy and Engel delivered this specially to you and I look forward to writing you even more in the future.  My senses, and God’s infinite knowledge and awareness, tells me that you’ll be doing nothing but reading my letters.  To prove that this letter is from me even after my death, although my handwriting should be an obvious indication, I included the engagement ring that I was planning on giving to you the night of my death.

We had a strong six years going and that engagement ring would’ve fit beautifully on your finger. I spent many days when I was alive always thinking about our future together. Our love is what kept me going for so many years and I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my time on Earth with you until our dying day, hand in hand. I still have that slip of paper with your phone number on it when we first met at your friend’s party. I was a little reluctant to call you at first, but I knew we had some connection and might as well have given it a try. They say to never share a kiss on the first date, however we knew we were in love on that first date. I can still taste that first kiss and it’s probably my favorite memory of us. It held a predictive power that opened our eyes to our future. Images of our love saturated my mind at that moment and made me think about us many years down the road. That slip of paper with your phone number on it is in the left pocket of my pants that I was wearing when I passed. I planned to show it to you again before I died to remind us of our beautiful past. I hope, even in my death, that you’ll carry our love with you for the rest of time.

Let’s not kid ourselves though, I’ve learned a lot up here in my first week in Heaven. I’m glad I was able to die peacefully in my sleep, however when I see the replay footage I could do nothing but shake my head. Remember how you’ve had sleeping problems every night we went to bed since we started dating? I never had issues, but a week ago you decided to overdose me. You slipped some of your medication into my wine while I wasn’t looking as we were preparing for a lovely night. I could’ve made it through the night eventually, but you took a baseball bat and bludgeoned me to death while I was unconscious. May I say you’ve got a hell of a swing? All of those years playing softball in the church league really helped you improve; I’m glad to see you’ve managed to  put your skills to use. The neighbors are starting to complain about a foul smell roaming around the neighborhood in proximity of our house. You can’t keep my body in the crawlspace forever, babe, so I suggest you dissolve it in some acid and then pour the sludge of my remains down the bathtub drain. You can still dig your phone number out of my pocket before you do so if you want to keep it. I think it’s funny that there are three 6′s in your number. You’re safe for now, but eventually investigators will search our house and the evidence to convict you will be overwhelming. Didn’t think that one through, did ya?

I never treated you wrong, although now I understand your motive for killing me. You never loved me even though I’ve loved you all these years. But now I know that you’ve been cheating on me with that Charlie guy we’ve been friends with for quite some time. You didn’t just whore around with him though, you went and slept with many other guys while I’ve been faithful. God told me that until you’re arrested for my murder, you’re going to continue to cheaply sleep around with other men while using that same slip of paper with your phone number on it.

Please don’t be discouraged by these words, because you’re going to be reading a lot of letters from me as you make your journey to death row.  Please, enjoy the engagement ring.

Until next time my Love,

– Evan

Until My Dying Day

Until my dying day, I will gaze up into the blue sky as it fades to a darkness that cannot be chased away. I’ll be waiting for the white blinding glow of an angel’s halo to dip from the starless sky, illuminating my face with hope. An eerie silence will permeate through the cracks of my soul, poisoning my brain, bringing peace of mind. The halo will continue to drape down the walls of the atmosphere until it wraps around my neck and begins to strangle me. The glow will render my body transparent as peace will travel through my ice cold veins until my visible breath no longer lingers in front of me. The angel will then reel me up on her angelic noose, bringing me out of this world of hatred, and into a realm of white shine infected with peace, ruled by my Creator.

The flames of Hell were reaching the surface underneath my feet and burning them. The flames will never reach my heart though. My heart and mind are far above the reach of Hell. Instead, they opt for the blue of the sky.

Hell will always be beneath me, forever burning my feet but never my heart.