Thoughts About Death by Frances Briggs

I saw the sign "The rapture is coming." What a lovely thought to raise the body up to heaven with uncorrupted flesh without decay unlike the grass we put in those black plastic bags full of foul smells and sprouting maggots from sitting too long in the hot sun. I protect myself-- when I can-- from death. It is here though even if I always turn my head away when I see a dog dead in the road.

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