Meeting God
By Shannon Barber
CN murder, choking.
I remember everything. Her soft hands, the look in her big black eyes, the sound of my breath entering her- I remember every centimeter of her. Her hands closed around my throat, she whispered her love against my lips, I knew she was God. She guided me into the promise of love and immortality with those hands. I died gasping,gape mouthed and in love with God. As she kissed my last breath away, I entered her to live inside her sweet mouth forever.
I was never a religious person. I never prayed, I barely hoped. I only survived. There was never a need to pray until she was on top of me.
There was no goodbye. There was only her hands and heaven inside her thieving mouth.
And finally-
Peace.
About that Writing thing. 
Ugh, this line: “There was only her hands and heaven inside her thieving mouth.” I wish I’d written it.
I love the way your works blur the line between poem and story sometimes to further the narrative and suck the reader in. Uh. Pun unintentional.
Creepy Cool. Great descriptions.