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lovenliterature

Thoughts on dying

When you were 25 you thought you might be dying
A slow, steady decline into oblivion
Days and weeks taken from you in pain and misery

The way they had been before
Not an easy malady to locate
Nothing to be removed from you

An illness that seeped into the cracks of your being and became a part of you
So intertwined with the marrow of your bones that to excise it would be to remove the very frame you were held together by

Piece by piece, your being was being infused with pain and melancholy
A process you did not know how to halt or undo

You didn’t die, of course
You’re too fucking stubborn for that

You will be dragged kicking and screaming out of this world, the same way you came
You have survived everything you thought would kill you
You did not die at 25
You will not die at 26, either

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i still frequently think about a story from one of my high school classmates, of the day his windshield completely iced over before he had to leave for school, and his mother (who, for clarity’s sake, is not from nor has ever been to poland) said “don’t worry, i know an old polish trick” and threw a whole kettle of boiling water over the windshield, shattering it instantly