The Rain On Monday

Written words are the only thing my mind can find ease in.


34. Death

I took a walk on the side of death on a sunny April morning.

The sun was shining, washing and cleansing the morbid air, but failing to reach the dark half of the room.

Death sat in the chair across from me.

Death waited patiently at the foot of my bed, tantalising me with every beep of the monitor.

Death knows, but has no face – death hears, but doesn’t listen.

The morning sun was soon tucked away by afternoon clouds, never to be seen again.

People came in and out of the room, but death always stayed.

The moon rose and the sun set, but death was still there, its grey shadow hovering eerily beside it.

The heart monitor slowed down, almost too slow for me to live, but death never left.

The heart monitor’s beep dragged for at least three seconds before death greeted me with an unsuspected gift of life.

The monitor’s shaky beeps sped up to a normal pace, and death never came back again.

My walk on the side of death wasn’t as long as had been expected, but now death is back, and I have one foot in death and one foot in life.


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