Thursday.
Thursday 19th March 2015.
“Loving son and brother.”
Someone will call it. Time of death.
Someone will have to make that awful call. Your son is dead.
People will have to tell people.
Some will be sad.
Some will be relieved.
Some won’t know how to feel.
So many things that could go wrong.
Extremely durable leather belt could snap.
Steel bed frame could break.
Lack of oxygen to my brain might not kill me.
Nothing will go wrong.
End of the road.
Home stretch.
No words of persuasion, please.
1 comment
Um, I kinda am a bit confused. But no words of persuasion, I don’t know how to persuade.
The date just popped out at me, it’s a date I’ve been looking forward to and dreading.
I don’t know what to say without seeming like I’m trying to persuade, but I would hate for someone to die on my birthday when I have knowledge of it.