Blood Test - Robyn Makaruk

The fall down the cliff face was nothing compared
to being swept out to sea by the incoming tide,
her lifeless, broken body carried like a paper boat on the waves, the diaphanous dress wrapping her in a gentle, sensuous shroud. 

Time became irrelevant.
The sound of wings overhead were heard.
A cradle was lowered, not like one from her babyhood but one that lifted her body and transported it to a place where an aura of peace and healing surrounded her. 

A benevolent being came to her.
“Sweet thing, you’ve come back to us.
We will restore you,
and by a taste of your blood, give you life everlasting”. 

Her last memory was of the fragrance of magnolias, 

and the kiss, oh, the kiss,
before being transported into the next existence. 

        

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