A whale of a woman on a bed

Mouth agape, not breathing

Her face begins to change colors

Then she realizes that her own chest is hurting.

She recognizes the face she is staring at. It is hers.

She yells at the body to breathe, that death is not an option

The body doesn’t want it anymore

It doesn’t want to breathe, its done

Her chest begins to feel heavier but she’s able to jump into the body

She felt herself die

Heart starts to beat slow

Pain worsens

She feels her legs and arms lock

She tries to get up

Can’t die

Can’t die

She wakes up gasping for air

Bed shakes from her crashing back into the body

She realizes that she is alive

A melancholy happiness spreads through her mind

Almost free but this beauty would be missed

Staring at the blue sky outside her windows

Trying to ignore the machines necessary to help her breath

She couldn’t kill herself with poison

She couldn’t kill herself with pills

She was afraid of missing with a gun

Food heals and slowly kills in excess

She moves her arm to call the nurse

Sponge time