Yes, blow by blow, the creeps of the last breath have drawn themselves away from my frame. It is beautiful if you ask me, the sensation if at all there is of being numb and the drop before the anesthesia of an encompassing hopelessness swallows the ooze of pain through the creeks of the last of your senses.The blows were vicious, a sting would not hold the venom of the strike that were meted out in successive beatings. A pulverized being, least malleable yet flattened to the earth by such a strong hammer that the marrow in the bones mashed with the will in the blood and dissolved like the grit to stand up to the fate.I have resigned , perhaps, no longer is there a will to reason with the unreasonable twists of the last few conscious moments.Another limb has fallen, this is not a post traumatic disorder.
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