Practice

I find that I am practicing at dying. It is an easy sort of game until it feels real. The people around are so good at their parts even when they have no idea they are playing too. They talk over and about you. That is really how you found the game. You were laying still and bored. Their words were far and grating. You slow your breath and your heart. They stop using metaphors. They stop talking nice. That is when you know they are playing too. When they stop acting like you will hear or have an opinion. You slow further until the game feels to real. You sputter and cough. There is a ruffle as if someone changed the rules fast to win or cheat. There is clucking and rushing then you are breathing normal again and the water is still. They go back to talking only this time you are not the topic. It is like you are already gone.

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