An Ending Without Air

People told me, it’s better to drown

if you are going to die.

They were so dreadfully wrong. When all the oxygen is gone and you feel like you are going to burst- you breathe.

Believe me- you gasp.

Hard enough to see stars on the backs of your eyelids. Then come matches. Bursting in flames, one after the other. All in the small confines of your chest. Small firecrackers pushing bubbles out your lips and nose.

Then when you can’t possibly take anymore-

Your heart, which has reached for your ears, pops; bursts.

Silence.

Black.

Nothing.

You are dead.

Lost in a sea of afterlife.

Unless you can not die.

Then you stay boiling, water sliding unnaturally from your nose down your throat filling your lungs.

Over and over and over again. Until you know nothing but water and reality is as blurred as your vision.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Rynn]

Absolutely gorgeous. You would think that you've had this experience from the solidarity of your descriptions. They definitely stand on their own merit. It's a very raw style you've gone for - this seemingly apathetic voice is so subtly filled with pain and primal understanding; not only of dying, but beyond that. Great excerpt! Thank you for the read! Write on, lovely.

-Rynn

[Eliee]

Thank you for your review .//.