… Death, an inevitable end. Leaves everyone trembling no matter how hard they try to pretend
Thinking for a moment, how would it feel to be locked up in a tiny coffin, so little space and no ventilation
Leaves me gasping for air each time, trapped in my imagination.
Everyday in med school, dozens of lives lost on a daily. Heart stops beating, muscles stiffen, eyes staring into space… I look at their bodies edgily
Then it hits me again “ Death an inevitable end”
Stopping dead in my tracks “This would be me one day” a little voice inside my head whispers
the beginning of the end…
“Have you thought about the second phase?”thinking aloud
Being buried 6ft under… tons of dirt above me; there’s no escaping this.
Being compressed under, beginning to decompose
Reflecting back in the time and money spent on skincare … now my flesh starts decomposing and strips me bare
All alone; beneath the earth left to be forgotten, heat envelopes me
On and on it goes till I’m nothing but dust
Gone!
…all that’s left of me is memories
Would I even be remembered when I’m gone?
We live and struggle just to die!
What next?? The afterlife?
