
Gone

Pungent and lingering deep within the nose... Clinging to the room and the threads of my clothes. Seeping from the body, hot sweat, and stale breath... Drifts the sour acrid scents behind every death.
The future always finds us. It finds us without hesitation, effort or probable cause... Tormenting us relentlessly with small pokes and large prods. And there's no way to outrun it or ability to hide... Unless time chooses to take you... Or you decide to die.
They asked me whether or not she could still hear... So I held my phone patiently against a dying woman's ear... Originally posted 12/12/20
There is no final notice or friendly reminder when people are meant to leave us. They are taken. Without apology or remorse.
How can one snuff out another's life as effortlessly as a wick on a candle? Without remorse, regret, or thoughts of repercussions...
The future always finds us. It finds us without hesitation, effort or probable cause... Tormenting us relentlessly with small pokes and large prods. And there's no way to outrun it or ability to hide... Unless time chooses to take you... Or you decide to die.
You were three minutes too late to say your last goodbyes... But I kept him comfortable through his final rasping sighs...
Now you lay here alone. Aged by bad habits fueled by your lack of self worth... Stripped of your youth with those gaunt cheeks and sunken eyes... Stunningly jaundice and contently reeking of your own filth. Yet you regret nothing... And still disapprove of everyone and everything life ever offers you.
I swear you were just here... Warm and alive. Preparing for tomorrow... Not expecting to die.But now the bed is cold and the curtains have shut... Hiding the white linen sheets left stained in disgust.
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