She took a deep breath,
reached beyond life and death,
and exhaled her soul,
spat it out
with a spray of bitter bile.
All the while,
the devil waited patiently
with a silver salver
to collect it
for eternity.
Her empty carapace echoed
with gratitude, free
of the dead weight
of responsibility.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd July 2018
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #220
writing in north norfolk 
Great poem!
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Thank you!
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I wrote something very similar, but much longer. I think mine had a happier ending, though.
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