The Ways We Survive the End

 

I have created a collection of doodle ghosts, that continue living even after Death has stolen them. They rebuild themselves. They waltz with Memory on Wednesday nights in the kitchen. They dream of endless possibility and invent such things as well. 

It may seem morbid, but I assure you they are very much alive. And so am I. 

- Sincerely,

BlueJay

P.s. If you'd like to see the original poem paired with this doodle gal, or to explore some more of her friends consider checking out my most recent poetry chapbook: How Many Drafts to Home