Rebirth: On harbingers of death, or new life? (Scary)

Hello! My desire to push out these stories intensifies when the sun is shining. Also, spring tends to only last for two weeks. I would love to finish telling these stories before I’m sweating and hiding in the A/C.

Before we jump in, let me say that this one isn’t for the faint of heart, as you’re thrust into a scene of self-sacrifice. TW: mutilation, reincarnation, disturbing imagery, mortality

In my darker letters, I feel like the vibe is “shrouded in mystery and red velvet.” If you read that and think “awesome,” do read on. Otherwise, please stay tuned for lighter fare.

“My love,” I whisper, “May your next life be even more fulfilling than the last.” 

And with one quick thrust, it is done. 

Your blood pools under you and drips from the side of the table. 

You hear excited chatter but don’t know where it’s coming from. 

You are gasping for air only to force laughter from your lungs.

The time to leave your body behind is finally here. The sacrifice has begun. 

Your vision doubles, fading in and out before everything goes black. 

All is still. 

Screaming fills your head.

Someone begging and pleading for mercy. 

Where are you? you can’t see a thing. 

When you try and raise a hand in front of your face, there is only inky blackness. 

Do you even have hands? 

Leaving your human body meant accepting any other form. 

A blinding light draws closer and closer to you and 

The screaming grows louder and more guttural. 

Everything shakes, you can feel the reverberation within you. 

Something has taken hold of your ankles and is dragging you toward the light. 

You feel heavy, your body doesn’t want to leave this place. 

But the light engulfs you. 

It’s inevitable. 

Welcome back to the world.

Your newly-formed knees are terribly weak and you stumble a bit before gaining your strength. You are blind. 

Your vision can only detect light and dark, shadows and silhouettes. You hear rushing water nearby and you stumble into it. 

The water cleanses blood and birthing fluid from your coat. It tastes bitter but you drink and feel refreshed. 

You hear everything. Birds, the whistling wind through the trees, footsteps through gravel, bees buzzing, laughter, crying, fighting, lovemaking. 

As a cacophony of sound builds, you begin to run. 

“No, no please. Please, I don’t want to die.” 

You keep running. Amid the shadows, you see bursts of color. Red, vivid yellow and magenta. There’s even gold and silver. 

You can’t escape the voices. 

And it is your job to determine who stays and who goes. 

What do the auras mean? 

Do they mean anything or are they arbitrary? 

Should you choose to do the work, with listening and reason, you may begin to see patterns in the colors. 

But that is not necessary. 

As you are not an Angel of mercy. 

Death is oft random and inexplicable.

This is why I have taken your eyes. 

Tell me, darling, are you vengeful? 

People fear you. 

I need you to use that fear.

Take it. 

You will grow and your strength will know no bounds. 

But it all begins with harnessing that fear.

Stare into their souls and make them see

You are death incarnate, a black horse whose presence indicates the end is nigh. 

You will decide who populates this world. 

Will you make the right choice?