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I open my eyes The woman stands At the foot of my bed She looks at me Unblinking Watching Waiting for something I don't know her Never seen her before She's dressed formally As if for dinner Black gown Crimson sash Long white gloves How'd you get in here? I ask Coughing the words From my shriveled lungs Nothing Silence She doesn't speak I question her again Who are you? Again, nothing She just stands there A pillar A gravestone Still as marble I look up Up at her face Her face Oh God, her face Slender Pale A classical beauty If I were a younger man I would say I were in love But if I were a younger man I wouldn't be here now. Lying Helpless Choking on nothing She steps forward My breath quickens The monitor in the corner That eternal noisemaker Beeping Beeping Beeps faster now She smiles at me I smile back Or try to My face feels stuck I struggle I strain It won't move I try to say something The words are slurred Strange noises come out She raises a finger to her lips Shhh Calm Everything is alright The sound of her voice It's beautiful It quiets me It sounds strange, though Elegant Foreign But so cold Cold? She steps even closer Out of the shadow I see her eyes Grey Unfeeling Pinning me down I can't move Can't stop staring at those eyes The eyes of the dead They seem to grow Larger Deeper Swallowing me up Still staring at me Staring into me She lifts her arm Pulls off her gloves Her hands Those hands Hands of a skeleton Her hands are so pale Paler than the rest of her Almost pure white I look now at her fingers Long Lithesome They look fragile She reaches out Towards me I try to pull back The monitor beeps again Faster Faster Beeping too fast She touches me Cradles my head Reaches into my mouth Pulls something out It's warm It's glowing It looks alive I think it's my soul My vision clouds Darkness eats my peripherals The monitor beeps again Slower Slower Beeping too slow All of a sudden I see pictures Scenes from my life Played out again before my eyes It was a good life Full Significant With no regrets I realize something I must be dying I realize something else She's not a woman at all An angel? That's it The Angel of Death
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
The End
I open my eyes The woman stands At the foot of my bed She looks at me Unblinking Watching Waiting for something I don't know her Never seen her before She's dressed formally As if for dinner Black gown Crimson sash Long white gloves How'd you get in here? I ask Coughing the words From my shriveled lungs Nothing Silence She doesn't speak I question her again Who are you? Again, nothing She just stands there A pillar A gravestone Still as marble I look up Up at her face Her face Oh God, her face Slender Pale A classical beauty If I were a younger man I would say I were in love But if I were a younger man I wouldn't be here now. Lying Helpless Choking on nothing She steps forward My breath quickens The monitor in the corner That eternal noisemaker Beeping Beeping Beeps faster now She smiles at me I smile back Or try to My face feels stuck I struggle I strain It won't move I try to say something The words are slurred Strange noises come out She raises a finger to her lips Shhh Calm Everything is alright The sound of her voice It's beautiful It quiets me It sounds strange, though Elegant Foreign But so cold Cold? She steps even closer Out of the shadow I see her eyes Grey Unfeeling Pinning me down I can't move Can't stop staring at those eyes The eyes of the dead They seem to grow Larger Deeper Swallowing me up Still staring at me Staring into me She lifts her arm Pulls off her gloves Her hands Those hands Hands of a skeleton Her hands are so pale Paler than the rest of her Almost pure white I look now at her fingers Long Lithesome They look fragile She reaches out Towards me I try to pull back The monitor beeps again Faster Faster Beeping too fast She touches me Cradles my head Reaches into my mouth Pulls something out It's warm It's glowing It looks alive I think it's my soul My vision clouds Darkness eats my peripherals The monitor beeps again Slower Slower Beeping too slow All of a sudden I see pictures Scenes from my life Played out again before my eyes It was a good life Full Significant With no regrets I realize something I must be dying I realize something else She's not a woman at all An angel? That's it The Angel of Death
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zeg-charles-tafesse
American
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
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