40. Styx Put Her Arms Around Me
Styx Put Her Arms Around Me
And I shuddered against her cold form.
She put her chin on my head,
spoke comfortingly to me.
‘We do not die, child.
She is not dead,
not the way you are thinking.
Instead, you must picture her alive,
just in a different form.
Here, and not here.
We do not have to have
these bodies to continue
to exist.’
But it did not matter
how Styx saw it.
To me,
my mother,
my confidante,
my only friend,
was now truly gone .
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