Eunice A

Demise

I’m dying. So then, this will be my last log. I expected the final stretch to be like crawling around on all fours, blind and deaf. Alone in a dark, abandoned warehouse. A small, wounded animal caught in a bear trap. Trembling hands sweeping through dust and debris until suddenly, in a sequence of actions innocent and indelible, I fall down a hole. That would be death and the days leading up to it.