It’s like standing on the train tracks,

the headlights filling your eyes as it bares down on you.

The sound splits to the sides, skipping your


The vibrations shake your foundation.

Too late to jump off the tracks.


It’s like waiting to board the plane,

the sun setting down the runway.

You’re going somewhere you’ve never been,

and you don’t have a return flight.


Or maybe it’s like living normally,

except everything cuts off.

Without warning, you’re sitting in the living room,

and then it’s dark.

There’s no replay of your life,

no time for a final thought.

Just the power button turning off.

Just eternity.


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