Lo and behold, a tower of shadowdripped with the acrid tears of its prisoners.Silhouetted by the night, frigid branchesreach out like rapacious claws,maliciously expectant of my presence. The desperate callof thunder frantically reprimanded each streak of lightning.My wet flesh trembled with each atmospheric dissonance.Ghastly and intimidating, the specter confronting mecallously aped the faceless executionerof my … Continue reading Accepting the Grief of Death