Death

A black cloud covers her face.

The face of the Taken.

The horror stricken face.

The face of a Leaving gone wrong.

Some Leavings are done right.

Are peaceful.

The ones you remember aren't.

Everyone associates Leaving with black.

Why black.

Why can't it be red.

Red is the color of blood.

I want to Leave.

But only when the time is right.

Only when my Stay has become over stayed.

I want to do no harm to loved ones.

I want no harm to be done to me.