this is what death must be like
By Rhio9 (Rhio Hirsch)
19 Aug 2009
this is what death must be like..... standing in a back alley in front of endless doors painted black, waiting to come back in another body just because you can.
this is what death must be like... teeth reflected in a window somewhere between the heaven and hell of one's imagination.
this is what death must be like... a dark tunnel under an empty highway, only much longer and without the light.
this is what death must be like.... a distorted construction site that never gets finished, a mansion that never gets built, windows that look out to emptiness, elevators that dont work and lots of white space.
this is what death must be like........ rolling down the road attached to a wooden board with no legs, going nowhere fast and nobody paying attention.
this is what death must be like..... waiting at a bus stop for a bus that never comes, and if it comes it never stops, and if it stops we never have the exact change.
this is what death must be like....... tables and chairs set for nobody to dine, walking down the street going nowhere in particular and lots of empty parking spaces.
this is what death must be like..... an open mouth laughing at nothing, a kitchen with no food, some dull lights, windows that are locked and nobody there to see it.
this is what death must be like........ looking back and trying to change things you dont like, unhappy with the way things turned out, pointing the finger looking for someone to blame.
this is what death must be like...... a washed out memory, blurry and pointless like a cold wind hitting the back of the neck, and lots of white noise. an easily forgettable past life.
8 responses
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jen bellefleur gave props (19 Aug 2009):
i think death is a cell phone, that never ever rings despite you clutching it to your heart and praying.
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Mues Hsrestha gave props (19 Aug 2009):
I have NO words.
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Simon Kossoff said (19 Aug 2009):
One of your finest stories. Profound!
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eithne mythen gave props (19 Aug 2009):
Truly brilliant, my vote...
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nö said (21 Aug 2009):
reminds me of "when I think of myself dead by bukowski,
"when i think of myself dead,
I think i won't be able to drink water anymore
when i think of myself dead,
the air goes all white"
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Brian M said (21 Aug 2009):
Love the words as much as the images.
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Munsif Molu gave props (28 Aug 2009):
strong peice
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Maura Wolfson-Foster gave props (23 Nov 2009):
When I was a little girl, I pictured death as never being able to watch TV again....!?! What an amazing photo essay my friend. voted
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