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I watched haunted as my pearl tooth circled the rotten porcelain sink. I could feel my hair thinning and my pale skin suddenly felt too loose.


Is this the beginning to an end? I dipped my feet into the tub. So soon? I usually imagined death as some tragic unplanned event. I’d sit with thoughts of being hit by a bus, or a tumor hidden behind the pupil of my eye. They would announce the news of my untimely parting with life, and all would gasp, some would cry.


I plugged it in.


But NO one would want to hear of this; me just falling apart, like some old shed in an abandoned backyard. I looked grimly at the misshapen figure in the mirror, a constant reminder of death on the prowl; hatred swelling like a balloon,


I shattered the reflective clock with my bony yam colored fist. If only they would answer. I refused to let it end like this.


I turned it on.


I wasn’t going to watch myself fading like an old forgotten painting, the colors all looked grey and the canvas mauled. I wasn’t any Mona Lisa, but I felt like I deserved at least some spot on some museum's wall. Tears now streaming from my eyes, with each drop fell pride.


I dropped it in.


Suddenly I writhed, clenching my arm, and then my chest.


I embraced the waters warmth and sank into my untimely death, smiling crookedly at the thought of my family’s faces when they would be informed.


I was once forgotten,




soon to be remembered,


soon to be mourned.