Pearly Gates
Clinging to the tubes that violate insides, monitors, and blurry faces loom in limbo. Still, yet the only one moving… transitioning… the one confined. Restraints not required, instead earned through decay. How to find solace as the vessel internally hollows out? Subscribe to a narrative.
I’m going home. I’ve done everything in service to the lord, the one who will deliver me to those pearly white gates. My faith will grant me passage, for I know no other truth. I just… wish I did more with my time on Earth. But at least… I can finally spread my wings and expand throughout time and space, freedom. Shackles that bind give way to eternity. This cocoon will bloom me into my truest form of self. I’ve missed you, Mum. I’ve missed you, Dad- Momentsthatflashbangmyretinascantprocessnumbingmindnostalgiafeelingsfloodstomachflutterdropswillanyoneremembermewillmyfamilymissmedididoenoughinevergotto———
Flatline. Time of death, 9:52PM.
What?
You thought you were going to see pearly gates?
What a waste. You get nothing. You’re nothing to a god. Your mother isn’t here. Your father isn’t here. Nobody’s here. Here isn’t a place. You have no mind; you have no face. You’ve been erased, what makes you think your data can be traced?
Fuck you, selfish self-aggrandising pest.
I don’t know you, and I never will.