Three Dots After Death

There's something poetic

about leaving the endings unsaid

Guessing countless open leads

where the ellipses could've led

There's something almost euphoric

about the anticipation after beat drop

but to live for the hope of it

you need to read beyond full stop

There's something rather terrifying

about leaving the ellipses so vague

it almost passes for a new beginning

to any interpretation you make

There's something so relatable

about afterlife thoughts

that it makes me wonder as I look at my grave

if death also precedes three dots...

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In storytelling, ambiguous endings by ellipsis have an irreplaceable charm of their own. They come with equal parts of fear and thrill for what's to come. Moreover, they give us something to look forward to.

The kind of anticipation a full stop or resolved ending can never meet. They also leave interpretation up to the reader, thereby giving room for their own perspectives.

"Three Dots After Death" is a hypothetical narrative at the backdrop of this very idea. Except the persona is trying to relate 'stories' to life, and 'ellipsis' to death. As she stands before her tombstone, it assures her 'death' precedes the three dots of ambiguity too...

What follows those three dots after death is yet another ambiguous ending I leave up to you to finish

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