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The Light
I am stabbed. My life blood ebbing from my body Seeping through the floorboards I see a lighthouse before the room goes dark. I walk on illuminated water, up the steps, there is no one there. It’s just a large rock with a lamp on it. I walk back toward the shore, wondering when I will sink beneath the waves. I cannot feel the sand beneath my feet. People walk through me; I feel their electricity. My body falls to the floor like unwanted clothing. Yet, I am in front of a mirror. People gather round, looking at my naked body. They turn their heads, trying to find me. I am not there. I turn back to the water and sink beneath the waves. I see the light before the dark takes the last spark, that once was David Turner… ©AnitaDawes2023
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