Skin of Liquid

The sound of water swirling into my ears, transitioning me from above to below the surface, buoyant, eyes wide open, a skin of liquid; surely this is what dying is like, liberating, a revelation of the truth that floats all around us, inaccessible until we pass through the barrier and drift from below to above, unbearable, inevitable, and yet welcoming, a return to a forgotten home.

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