Life drained out of my body in spurts. The cut to the vein was surgical. Poor heart didn't know it was being drained. It just went on with its involuntary business till there were no red blood corpuscles ferrying oxygen to its muscles. I had lost consciousness long before these happened. My central nervous system was trying to save me by inducing a blackout. But, soon it also blacked out. In the blackness two words shone like fireflies; the end.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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