To make sure not to ruin the note
I tried not to choke.
I held it in. Cough after Cough,
Fold after fold.
It’s done.
I’m done.
I fall to my knees,
throwing the letter on the table,
“Get up.” I think
There I stay…
Unable.
I cough, no longer strong enough to hold it in.
Weak and in pain, I think this is the end.
My eyes fluttered shut as I sank even lower.
All of it ending with nothing…
Nothing, but death and a letter.

© MistEerie(Shilo)