fated
by Brooke Walker
when i meet death,
will she confirm my theory?
that i am of the reapers.
i feel the curtain brush my arm.
up against the boundary,
i remain flesh and blood.
when it’s time for me
to shed my human,
the veil drapes over in its place.
i will know home
in a cloak, fashioned
of the space between atoms.
About the Author
Brooke Walker is a queer disabled poet and artist from rural Pennsylvania. They work with themes of death and grief, love and healing, and spirituality through nature. They also work as a public speaker sharing their story of mental health recovery in schools. brookeewalker.substack.com; Brooke Walker Botanicals (Facebook and Instagram)
