What It Felt Like To Die
Oct 15th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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I plummet to the earth–the emerald field I stood upon moments before.
The one who injured me was merely a streak of shadows which approached, just as quickly as he vanished.
Below my navel is a tiny puncture. What was once unblemished flesh is now a faucet, bathing soil with my body’s vital broth.
I realize my aorta is severed.
Clouds bob and flicker, bearing the faces of my family. I panic, fervidly trying to grasp them–their expressions are indifferent, unresponsive.
Instantly, tranquility engulfs me. Darkness eclipses my vision. I surrender, relishing the divine slumber that beckons me.
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