Poetry/Prose: Novelty

Sweat trickling down her brow

Skin pulsating as blood rushes through her veins

Fluorescent light overhead; blinding, but all she can do is stare

Somewhere in the distance, voices chattering

"Is she okay?" "Breathe" "It won't be long now"

This is what death must feel like.

Seconds later, in impressions of eternity

The pain slashes at her heart and her very core

That portion of her that none but few hath the pleasure of knowing

Angel of Death, pray come take me and end this misery

Nothing.

Huffing and puffing, if only she could blow that house down!

"Almost there" "Keep going" "Almost there"

Ah! If almost there, wouldn't she have arrived by now

A scream retches the air. Hers. From whence it came, she knoweth not

Blood rushing, skin pulsating and then searing pain

Correction, this is what HELL must feel like.

Plastic touching her brow, cold wet cloth offering little respite

Earth shattering. The very core of her hurled back and forth

In resistance to? Or rather in tune with?

Why me? What have I done to deserve this? You know I was ever faithful Lord.

Nothing

Okay fine, maybe a white lie here and there, but this?

"Keep going" "Almost there" "Breathe"

"Shut up!!"

Silence

Thank you.

As suddenly, it all stops

Blood stream flowing lazily, breathing no longer labored

Calm, eerie calm.

Ah, this is what heaven must feel like

Another scream. 

Guess I spoke too soon

From whence cometh that...that...sound!

"You did it" "Beautiful" "Absolute Perfection"

Eyes open slightly as tired sigh escapes parched lips

Sudden weight in arms, head motions forward

Brown eyes barely open, pouting mouth twitching

The spitting image of his dad

Good Lord, this is what love must feel like.

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