My Grim reaper

Dear Stranger,

The Grim Reaper was a beautiful man. So beautiful, it was scary. The grim reaper smiled at me speaking sweet words of wisdom, making it impossible not to take his hand. He gazed into my soul and I’d like to think the look he gave me was fear, for he knew I would disappear from his touch. As my hand reaches for his, I am reminded of who he is. This beautiful man was my grim reaper, with a terrifying smile that could make you forget all you were taught. My grim reaper made me forget that I wanted to live, that I had time, that I had a choice. My grim reaper was the most terrifying because he made me want to take his hand. My hand held his and only his. My eyes looked at him and only him. My smile, his. My heart, my body, my laugh. My soul was bared to him and only him. Not by choice but I didn't fight. My grim reaper was a sad man who found amusement in taking and I loved him still because like most grim reapers they don’t ask, they take.

-Blue