One Last
By E.S. Wynn


August 31

That’s it. I’m infected. Pain in joints, blood in mucus, coughing. I’ve seen the symptoms in the others. I’ve seen them develop. Only a few days left. A few days at max.


September 2

Fever today. Pain, lots of pain. More blood in snot, bile, etc. Strange dreams. Keep dreaming I’m trapped or falling. I feel the pain even in the dreams. Can’t sleep for more than a few minutes at a time. Coughing. Won’t be long. Not now.


September 3

Couldn’t get out of bed today. Dog is whining for food. Can’t eat, can’t feed him. Trying to sleep. More strange dreams. Visions?


September 4

My dead grandmother came to me in a vision. She’d shaved her head. She told me it was okay. Felt better. She put her hands on me like a prayer ritual. Fingers shook. Beads. She pulled little things out of my soul. Bad things. Things I had forgotten about. Angels carved out of soap and bits of beach glass. Hope this was a ritual of healing instead of embalming.


Septemb~

One last entry. One last. . .


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E.S. Wynn burns wood art with a soldering iron and the light of his soul.