Between calm and chaos lays an epicenter of beauty and destruction. Death is a toxic ending and a whimsical rebirth.

Death did her hair, picked her best outfit, and finished off her look with a glorified tiara. As you begin the trek of letting go, your past burns to ashes. Death breathes in the fumes without deteriorating, so they can no longer hurt your lungs. Death is strong and capable of walking through fire, hot coals, and beds of nails.

Death asks you to pack your baggage, your losses, your excavations, and hop on the next bus and don’t even worry about saving face. Death did her face for you, she suffered for you, she collected your favorite rescue remedies and healing tools for you.

Death holds your hand and asks you to bypass the chaos. She asks you to walk valiantly; in tears, in armor, in a spell, in fear – but she asks you to stay human. She asks you to let go of the realities that are toxic – to know that you are not responsible for providing closure and to also know when your higher self owes it. Manipulation is not a survival tool – it’s a dent that sustains cycles of suffering. Death walks away with grace.

She wishes we could be gentle with humanity’s idiosyncrasies and the coping mechanisms that make us whole. We may be toxic to each other – but we are still deserving of humanity. We all deserve a conversation, a chance, and an opportunity to decide when to sever ties.

Death hurts when silenced and she wants you to scream. Death could be a learning experience, and a beautiful chance to let go.

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