Flightless Bird

The heart monitors long bleeps were the only thing holding me to this world. The weeping of loved ones dulls into static my mind is not able to comprehend. I wish to tell them “Do not weep. My conscience will remain with you.” But they ask, “Will you still play when all the rest of us are dead?”

But for now, my mind floats away from reality and towards the door of a temporary dream. Or eternal nightmare. I resist, not wanting to know which of these I have earned.

Leaping from the cliff, she wishes to fly.