Post Mortem

The whir of the machine, then the silence as the nurse switches it off. I peer up at the circle of faces around my bed, concern and grief and, in one case, repulsion.

I feel myself floating, entirely aware. My individuality seems intact, though I can tell even now it is beginning to dissolve at the edges.

This is not what I’d thought it would be. There is no tunnel of light, no line of predecessors waiting to greet me. But neither is there an emptiness. The world is still there, going on without me while I look on, detached.

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11 thoughts on “Post Mortem

  1. World moves on as it always has, with our without us. May be people you are expecting to line up and welcome you, got delayed for some reason. Nice post.

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