The Magnificence of Death

by Rhea Rainwater

Death was the omen that plagued all of humanity at birth. It was the ticking embedded in our ribs, the expiration sealed in the soft spot of our skulls. It was an inheritance, silent and absolute. Not a man with a blade, but a law. A rule that never changed. He doesn’t come for you. He’s always been with you.

I envied the living, for they could die, and because they could die, they lived.