Quick short breaths, that feeling of excitement and terror, then it all stops, nothing else remains, the emptiness of death filling you as life escapes through your eyes, your last thoughts are immaterial, your eyes able to rotate to see no one around, your mouth curls itself up to try to scream, nothing comes out, desperation starting to settle in but the time has passed, now what is there?
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Great post today! I really enjoyed reading it. Poetry and creative writing is something we all can enjoy. Thanks again for writing this.