✓ A Fact-Fiction by Death the Kid's Wife

It's a beautiful day. And right about now, I would start going off about how the pavement is soaking up the sunshine and I'm at ease, but that's not the case. In fact, sunshine is probably my worst enemy right now.
    I glare down at the ground, my hands on my knees. I haven't worked this hard in a while. That's for certain. My legs feel wobbly and weak, my entire being fatigued from all the exercises I've endured thus far here at the Academy. It's the end of the day. Everyone has retired to their homes. After my morning exercises,...

“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
~ Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems

If, upon the unfortunate event, I am to die
Let me lie in a sun-filled graveyard
Where I may share forevermore my darling
My legend, my song, my virtues

If, upon the unfortunate event, I am to leave
Do not weep for my empty seat, my empty bed
For we shall meet again my love
And honesty shall remain to take my place

If, upon the unfortunate event, I am to bleed
Let my blood be spilt for a reason
Let my life be taken so that one may live
Keep my eternal song and nurture...