A Time To Die

Hypothermia is what I was diagnosed with. Definitely promised death by my physician. I knew he was lying ‘cos all I felt was nothing but the warm September air around me, still colder than I was on the inside. But death wasn’t supposed to be warm unless you were heading straight to Hell, right? Laying still. Bed ridden, but still lying. Lying to myself. “I have a reason to survive”. My mind taunted me as my voice failed when my eyes beheld my petal die. I hum the tune I remember so vividly yet sounds so strange to my vocal cord. My grandfather’s clock…it was bought on the day that the old man was born…so it stopped, never to walk again when the old man died. My alarm goes off. I check my wristwatch. It has stopped moving. It’s time.

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