The curse is come upon me

~*~

Cold. She was cold.

Darkness enveloped her, surrounded her, was her.

So this was death. She had never been very religious but had always felt there was going to be something after death.

Odd, she could feel herself breathing, hear her heart beating.

So this was not death but dying.

She felt damp. Blood.

She felt damp. Tears.

She was crying.

How ironic it was that only at the moment of her death did she want to live.