Are you really going to care
How you died?
After you're dead?
It doesn't make sense
To worry so much.
I did.
High school, boyfriends, PMS.
College, marriage, finances.
Cancer, arthritis.
Anything in whatever
Stage of life
I daydreamed about.
I worried about.
I even thought about dying.
What would it feel like?
When would it happen?
In my naive bubble,
I bet between cancer and old age.
Ironic...
I never thought to put a
Friday night joyride on the ticket.
The ER doctor told my parents
I died instantly.
"No pain," he said.
Pain?
What is pain?
Pain is a mere jab in one's flesh.
Agony is flying
Through a windshield.
Agony is landing in a
Crunching heap on the asphalt,
Twenty feet away.
I lay for five seconds,
As Time slowly spun
from my reality.
I could almost feel
As my memories dimmed
Like a candle
At the bottom of its wax.
A final breath of air,
And the flame wavered into oblivion.
