The Ghost of You
Three.
Three.
Anathema to the angels, bane of the undertaker. I was faced with life versus death. With the blood rushing through my veins and arteries, my worn heart beating rapidly, my pulse racing hard and the nausea profuse in my gut, I was alive for the first time in weeks. Scarcely living but hardly dead and buried, this was the first time I had felt anything disparate from the madness I had been suffering following my wife’s death. This provided me with a moment of incongruous joy, to be feeling anything remotely human at last. I was lingering just short of the abyss of death, gazing down at it with strained eyes and breathing in it’s fatal omnipotence. For the first time in my pitiful life I was incredibly vulnerable to mortality, and I was scared.
Anathema to the angels, bane of the undertaker. I was faced with life versus death. With the blood rushing through my veins and arteries, my worn heart beating rapidly, my pulse racing hard and the nausea profuse in my gut, I was alive for the first time in weeks. Scarcely living but hardly dead and buried, this was the first time I had felt anything disparate from the madness I had been suffering following my wife’s death. This provided me with a moment of incongruous joy, to be feeling anything remotely human at last. I was lingering just short of the abyss of death, gazing down at it with strained eyes and breathing in it’s fatal omnipotence. For the first time in my pitiful life I was incredibly vulnerable to mortality, and I was scared.
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