Bio Note: I am a new Verse-Virtual member who currently serves as the Mat-Su Vice President of the Alaska Writers Guild. I am also a poet, teacher and "former" journalist with an undergraduate degree in English and Japanese Studies. My work has recently been published in Alaska Women Speak and Make-A-Scene magazine, and I am an active participant in Rattle's open mic shows on YouTube. I have also published several books through my own publishing company, Red Sweater Press.
The One Where the Hero Dies
In the movies, we’re supposed to be satisfied when the mortally wounded protagonist achieves something in death — the sacrifice that saves thousands, the personal growth that could only have come from such a trial, maybe even one last kiss with the love interest. Sometimes we can exit the theater at the end of our fatal cinematic experience with the words, “it was a good movie,” glued to our lips. But if those characters were real enough to mean something to us, remind us of our own losses, the weight lingers, and we hold out hope for significance in our pain, solace in our moving on. Is it any wonder we find attachment in creation? This is how it ends: with the determination to be a better person for the death to count for something and the resolution to recreate that bond ourselves, make someone else feel what we felt, with the subtlety to avoid that coffin-nail criticism, it was simply derivative.
©2020 Caitlin M.S. Buxbaum
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