I Missed the Rapture

I write about death. A lot. Here, I examined a lover’s existence after the death of the loved. At first, everyone stays around, but everyone leaves eventually.


I Missed the Rapture
  • Originally posted on a 6s community on May 23, 2011 at 11:37am

In my despair, I saw no one; they might as well have been ghostly apparitions. The book is filled with names and messages from the dearly loved, the tolerated, and the vicious vicarious grievers alike, so I know they were there. Food laden tables connoted the visit of well wishers who wanted desperately to help and whose help manifested in the forms of Jell-o salads and pulled pork and Hostess treats.

She’s been in the ground for one week now, and the flowers have all either rotted or blown away. The dearly loved, the tolerated, and vicious vicarious grievers have been raptured up to the present world, to live and work and play. And here I spend a thousand years, wanting only to join you in your realm.

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