i've tasted dying and it tasted good!

There is a sick crack as bones move back into place.

As something that should be dead opens her eyes to The World once again.

So bright, The World says.

Me or you, the something asks, with a giggle.

And the world laughs,
and laughs,
and laughs,
and laughs.

You ask the funniest questions, The World replies, fondly.

And you love me, the something states the truth.

The truth.

The truth, the truth, the truth,

The truth of the matter is, you aren't supposed to get back up when you die. But The World was funny, too. The World liked this something so much that it didn't want to let her go.

So it didn't.

The World held onto this something tightly, and she embraced it just as tight, just as fondly. The World loved this something. The World blessed this something. And this something knew that, no matter what, if everyone else rejected her, The World would never.

It would bring her back,
and back,
and back,
and back again.

For as long as The World kept turning, this something would thrive.