Grim Grinning Taxi Service
by Eileen Porzuczek
grim grinning reaper cloaks glide
over crisp, dewy grass blades—
they come to collect you, best abide.
get in the taxi now, no time for charades.
a touch of one bony finger and poof,
you’re drifting through time and space.
is this real or just a spoof?
you’ll never get out ‘til you own the disgrace.
this journey is long, not for delicate hearts—
the hottest fire hasn’t even burnt your flesh.
now here your grim grinning host departs,
leaving you in Hades Garden—fresh.
maybe if you reason, he will spare you,
or maybe this is the end you always knew.
Eileen Porzuczek is a creative writer, artist, and professional storyteller. She has worked with the Indiana Writers Center to bring community memoirs to life. You can also find one of her paintings in The Broken Plate and some of her poems in New Plains Review. She also has a BA in English and an MA in Emerging Media Design and Development from Ball State University. Porzuczek lives in Fishers, IN, with her partner and their Goldendoodle.