a continuation of depression and hope: a slam poem

and if I stay: a short story

I was ready to go to the man in black. He sat next to me along with the woman in white. I then was bombarded with questions that needed to be answered. My curious mind couldn't help but ask.

"What will happen if I stay?" I asked looking over to the woman in white. She looked ahead but a smile formed on her face.

"Beautiful things will happen." She replied. "You may get hurt along the way, but beautiful things will happen."

I blinked, and they were both gone. I was left alone, staring down at the pills in my hand. I stared at them, then poured them back in the bottle they came from.

"I want to see beautiful things..." I whispered while placing the pill bottle back into the cabinet it originated from.

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