The Last Days

Emma's death has thrown me into a tailspin, I'm spiraling downward, falling fast towards the earth breathless because there's no air, but I never seem to hit the ground. She told me that morning at breakfast, snuffling noises she'd woken up in darkness, I'd lain beside her but never heard a thing then it had happened again when I was out of town. Time is vicious and ruthless it stops still and grabs you by the neck and shakes you mercilessly as if to throttle the life out of you and the world as you've always known it, no longer exists.

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