you are all seven wonders of the world

and more

(and i wanna be a tourist babeyyyy)

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i'll take this opportunity

to share the thought that came to me

the other meaning for the word

i hope this doesn't sound absurd

because a beard can also be

a fake relationship, you see

the world's unkind to some of us

we must be careful who we trust

so the word beard, i declare

should be reserved for facial hair

they all look fine, to each their own

stubble, short, or overgrown

however, for the other kind

i've got a future set in mind

one where nobody has a beard

let all be out and proud and queer

#ithoughtoftheotherkindofbeard #oops #beard #lgbt #challenge

"But he's so young."

Life knew it was hopeless. Hopeless to beg Death not to take him, or anyone for that matter. And yet in a sad, dark hospital room just past 3 am, she clung onto hope that the boy would make it through the night one last time.

She had known this was coming, somewhere deep down. From the swelling in his abdomen, the doctors' visits, the surgeries, the chemotherapy. She had watched over him as he lost his energy, his perfect brown curls, his ability to live like a normal kid or even sleep in his own bed. And now, despite all her efforts, his life.

With a wave of Death's hand, the boy's breath left him, and the monitor indicating his heart rate went flat, letting out a loud and monotonous tone.

Life couldn't tear her eyes away from his small body, even as nurses and doctors rushed in in a futile attempt to revive him, paging for more and reaching for equipment. Like herself, this was their job, to keep people alive. But sometimes nothing more can be done.

"Come with me," said Death, looking back at the boy with his own kind of mourning reflected in his dark eyes. "Your job is done here."

"I failed," Life sobbed. "I failed him."

"No," said Death. "You helped him when he needed you. You watched him, protected him, made him happy. You did your part in the best way you could. I'm sorry it wasn't as long as you hoped for." Even Death felt for the people he had to take away. Especially children. Sometimes it was peaceful, when the person was old and prepared, knowing their life had been lived to the fullest. Death of old age had always been his favorite. But others--accidents, illness, suicides--they were difficult. But alas, all must be as the universe willed it, regardless of reason or justice.

"Now," continued Death. "There's someone you should meet."

He led Life through the halls of the hospital, past stretchers and waiting rooms, the quiet movement of the hospital night shift. An occasional emergency, but most patients asleep, most personnel at home.

Finally they made it to the maternity ward. Something in the air was different here, the weight of sickness and death lifted, replaced by energy and life.

Life allowed Death to lead her to a room at the end of the hall, where a woman's moaning could be heard from inside.

Death paused, and turned to Life with an expression that almost resembled a tender smile. "She's just in here."

They passed through the door, and just like that the moaning stopped, replaced with heavy breathing, and breathless laughter.

"It's a girl."

The midwife wrapped the baby in a towel, handing her up to the new parents. A woman who had probably never looked happier, or more exhausted, and the man who still clutched her hand, gazing at both of them with relief and adoration.

Life couldn't help but smile. She turned to Death, who was beginning to back away through the door.

He winked. "Take care of her, Life."

Life swallowed and stepped closer, hovering over the tiny baby girl wrapped in her parents' arms.

"I will," she whispered. "I promise."

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a hill adorned with purple cows

sun shifting through the maple boughs

an evening sky of fierce blood orange

not quite home but not quite foreign

a stream that flows through air-starved rock

the sound seems to turn back the clock

to days spent by angelic falls

a world away yet still it calls

to the blue haired boy with the smiling eyes:

hi.

we've met before.

don't you remember? i hope you do.

in a room full of college kids and booze you laughed at something dumb i said

and i noticed you,

i noticed you.

i hope i'm not coming on too strong but

for one thing at least i would really like to know your name.

maybe more

but i won't get ahead of myself.

i have a bad habit of thinking too far ahead,

my mind a whirlwind of wild fantasies and missed opportunities,

like the blue haired boy with the smiling eyes

and the tacky orange shirt

and the laugh like soda bubbles.

if this sounds like it might be you

and you laughed at a joke that a short girl with glasses made,

then i hope you call

or text or write or meet me again,

cause i would really like to know your name.

it was a dark

and stormy night

and yet her eyes

were shining bright

she ran outside

to take a chance

and danced and danced and danced and danced