Writing club week 3: My body

Synapses misfiring in an unbalanced chemical soup. Echoes of long faded caresses and agonies. Familiar strength fading. Alone, I greet the ghosts of embraces past. Feeling them settle into their well worn places. A lifetime of sensation all clamoring at once.

Quite now, finally. Confusion and ache coming to an end. An exclamation point on this, your farewell and final betrayal. Slowly I drift into the endless night of unbeing. I look out one last time, and in for the first.

So this is how the world saw me? So fragile, especially now. I feel the lifting of an immense weight, a coil thrown off.

I leave my body, and slip off into eternity.