Death Came to See Me in Hot Pink Pants

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Death Came to See Me in Hot Pink Pants by Heater Royes Last night, I dreamt that Death came to see me in hot-pink pants and matching waistcoat too. He was a beautiful black saga boy. Forcing open the small door of my wooden cage, he filled my frame of vision with a broad white smile, and as he reached for my throat, the pink sequins on his shoulders winked at me. Last night, I dreamt that Death came to see me in hot-pink pants. He was a beautiful black saga boy and I hit him with a polished staff of yellow wood, and he went down. But as he reached for me once more, Laughing, laughing that saga boy laugh, I awoke, holding myself, unable to breathe. How beautiful was Death in hot-pink pants with matching waistcoat too. About the Author Heather Royes works as a consultant [Strategic Communications Consultant, Ph.D. in Mass Communication (University of Wisconsin) and published author] in HIV/AIDS and as a poet. She has been publishing since the 1970s and many of her poems have been included in anthologies such as the Heinemann Book of Caribbean Poetry, Penguin Book of Caribbean Verse, the Oxford Book of Caribbean Verse and Seven Jamaican Women Writers. Prizes have included Silver and Bronze medals in the Jamaican Festival Literary Competition. Heather Royes was educated in Jamaica and in the United States, and has travelled widely due to her work as a consultant. She writes: "This type of travel has been my education as a writer and poet. When I see unusual things or experience cultures which are so far from mine, it gives me a bizarre feeling of learning just a little more about life and people. Sort of intoxication of new things. A constant curiosity about other cultures." LITERARY ANALYSIS the persona recounts a disturbing dream in which Death visited her dressed in an attractive outfit. His visit was unwelcome,

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