Death Is Beauty

By Aishu Rittika

I've been wondering

These past few days

Weeks and months,

Why is death

Considered a bad thing?

A sad thing?

The end of something?

To me,

Death sounds like peace.

Like the crashing of waves

On the ocean shore,

Like cradling a baby to sleep

In a mother's arms,

Like your favourite flavour of icecream

Going down your throat,

Like the moonlight shining beautifully

On my golden skin.

Death sounds like peace,

Like love,

Like sweetness on your tongue,

Like beauty.

It is the end of suffering.

The end of pain

The end of this numb feeling

The end of looking for a purpose

The end of wanting to feel,

Feel something,

Anything.

Death is plain.

Death is beauty.

By Aishu Rittika