She clutches the coin,
her mind’s eye not satisfied
with memories alone.

She needs an affirmation,
a token to cling to
when all else is gone.

Now in the shadow-lands
the mystery deepens,
her sight dims, her heartbeat slows.

In that moment, she fights,
desperate to break their pact,
but still onward the ferryman rows.

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Written in response to Sadje’s ‘What Do You See #7′ photo prompt.