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It Began Here
It was only half past ten when she took her last breath. The doctor looked at me with fear in his eyes and said, "It won't be long now."
Rift: Kai in 512 Words
It's not an easy thing, remembering your own death. Feeling the cold steel pressed against your stomach and then the warm gush of your blood (so much blood) as it rushes away, taking your life with it. It never hurt, though. That was the strange thing. Despite that razor edge ripping through my gut it never hurt. I guess it was the adrenaline.
No, dying never hurt. But the rebirth? That hurt more than anything imaginable. The first breath that tears through your lungs (like drowning in air) and the factory oil and ozone smell that follows, bringing bile to your throat as you realize you can't stop breathing, you have to keep going despite the stabbing pain in your lungs, and all around you there are others. The air is choking with their body heat, thick with the sweat of pain and triumph and agony.
Then, blessed coolness as you're guided away from the machines and brought, blinking, into the light. What is your name, Ascended? I try to think, to remember, and for a while I almost have
When autumn winds blow chill around
the outside of my home
and once-green leaves unfold
in the glorious colors of
the final act
I sit quietly and marvel at the
passage of time.
My children once crawling around my feet
and their children grown.
And their children now scramble through days
marked not with time,
but endless things to learn
I see it all happen with eyes
that have known pain
but never defeat.
Even as I quietly sit out these last days
of autumn, knowing
winter is not far behind,
I know, too, that there will be
I Will Age Gracefully
Ten months ago I found a clutch
of grey hairs on my head.
I plucked them all without remorse,
Regret soon came to see about
To my hair.
I found another one today.
I left it there.