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Death comes in a dream.

Cold.


Creeping.



Cheerless.

The chemo hadn’t worked.
Left him

bedraggled,

feeble.
His hair,
stuffed in a brown lunch sack
was
placed
on the hospital bedside.
He rolled over and
peered
inside.
Gingerly.

Delicately.
Mountains of
thick


golden curls,
all in heaps.
Hair like


an


angel.

The transplant hadn’t worked.
Bone marrow had seeped
entering his blood from a bag.
They halted his supply
when
they realized
it
was
killing

him.

It was a rainy day.
He was
so tired
Felt
like he was
in a

dream...
“Maybe I’ll see God,”
he thought as he drifted
off
to
sleep.
His pale
pale
eyelids
were cemented
shut
with salty tears.

The family watched
over him
as he was
still.
The doctor wagged his head,
sadly.
“Coma.”

He traveled far





far
away.
“Heaven will be nice,
right?
Hope there’s
football there.”




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