I feel the pain with my last dying breath as the warmth of crimson surrounds me. My legacy will be the chalk outline I’m soon to become ‘til washed away by the acid rains.
Whether black, white or blue, does it really matter when you’re dead.
…Death is color blind!
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Thank you so much my friend.
Big hugs for a happy weekend ♡♡♡
And same to you my friend. 🙂
This is great!!
Thank you Carol, I really love writing these…so challenging.
True. Death does not discriminate.
It certainly does not, thank you Xena.