There’s a town in Norway where it’s illegal to die.
I’d like to take you there. We could sprawl out beneath the city’s sky
and be untouchable, you and I.
We can bring our aging cat–
she can live with us under that same endless vat
of black and glitter. We’ll be there as long as the stars
themselves. Watch the unlucky drive on through in expensive cars
while we keep our infinite secret. We can’t travel far
but why leave when you’ve got a home so glorious?
We’ll live forever, outrun death’s greedy gaping maw–
or else break this sacred crazy law
and die as criminals, notorious.
And done. Second completion of NaPoWriMo, and this one was much better than the first I think. Next time I’ll do better still. A month-in-review will be up as soon as my writer’s burnout lets up. Shouldn’t be too terribly long.