I can feel the space you will take up and it is so empty. It is gasping, grasping, gaping emptiness. 

I am drowning in it — and I’ve never been a good swimmer anyway, but this is a blue death, a cold one. No rush to keep living. No struggle against gravity, hydrogen bonds, and sucking suffocation. Just cruel Death and Her forever companion Silence. 

You are my patroclus, my daphne,...

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