Dear Diary,
Flower petals welt and wither and drift to the hospitals floor and I crush it beneath my black Dr Martens boots.
That will be useful I think.
I move to the pile of pillows and blankets where she is laying. Unmoving.
I blow a kiss at her.
And recite these words in my mind.
I blow you a kiss hoping the wind will carry it you so you can breath in and inhale love.
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Frozen. Stiff. Getting colder.
She is looking back at me blankly as if she has forgotten my name,
Oh, I mirror her facial expression.
Trying to get a sense of how she's feeling.
looking at her face as her mouth is making a perfect O shape.
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I put my hand to her chest, to where her heart is.
My name, she remembers.
Her eyes starts to dance with shadows of our surroundings.
She feels the need to start over so darkness swallows her vision for a second imitating the seconds before her death only moments ago.
Goosebumps start to rise on her arms and the hairs stick up straight and I make it windy around us again.
Although we are in a hospital room with no windows open and the door firmly shut but still the curtains around her bed flutter and her hair looks like medusa for a few seconds before it settles back into place. Her head tilts to the right only ever so slightly as I try to shut her jaw closed.
And then her eyes start to focus on my face it seems and then they dart to the crushed flower petals laying there on the ground and back to my face again.
There's a humour that twists its way in to her facial features.
As if laying here dead was super funny.
Rest in peace I sigh out.
Barbara - I think her name silently.
I can't use her name out loud although.
Giving the name of the body that this thing is inheriting gives this new born creature more power over controlling the body.
It should be paralysed enough from smelling the scent of the flowers my associate who posed as her
32-year- old grandchild gave to Barbara a few days ago as she moved to palliative care.
Although she never woke to notice them.
These flowers were made specially by unique botanists that work in the Alchemist organisation who then lace the youngling seeds that were made in a lab somewhere downtown so when the flower does bloom from the stem it lets out a scent that after being confined and almost trapped with no fresh air and only the youngling seed to breath in day and night it seizes the muscles around your spine and locks them into place, not allowing your body to move, almost shutting down your nervous system.
This flower 🌺 does do a good job and I do use it often because it's so pretty and exotic looking with pink petals and a yellow shoot that sprouts from the centre dripping in pollen as well as a green stalk and leaves with little hairs as well as it being carnivorous it's a useful weapon in disguise.
A gurgling erupts from the back of her throat as fresh red thick blood drip down from the sides of her mouth. Barbara was a pretty big women but this creature might be strong enough to stand using her body as a suit and death and destruction was its job.
I use spirit in reverse and end it's life so simply. Instead of creating, I let spirit destroy this time. Harnessing a more darker feeling, letting myself feel more powerful than this creature ever will be. Using its excuse for an existence against itself.
Good will always win over evil.
There is no need for its presence.
I touch Barbara's frail paper thin skin that's soft and wrinkled and all wrapped up with a sickness and overweight and over a long long time of not caring for her health has led her here as these creatures like to dwell and pick on humans such as Barbara. heat wells in my palm and it feels like I'm holding beams of sunlight and I let it flow into Barbara's old dead inhibited body until it pours out glowing and bright drowning out the darkness where this creature likes to hide.
Now it has no where to hide,
no where to run.
I reach into my skirts pocket and pull out my little jar of angel dust and pour a thin line onto the back of my hand and sniff it up my nose. I'm using it this time for fun this time. Usually it can be used for healing mentally or physically or a spell of some kind like falling in love or something. It also has a good side effect too. It actually makes your skin glint and glitter. That's how you know someone is on angel dust. They will literally be sparkling. So human junkies of the night world with masters tend to not go out into sunlight.
In loving memory of
💜 Nana b 💚Nana lj
💙grandad ❤️poppy