It Doesn’t Hurt To Die

I hear the singing, coming close at times, then drifting farther away. I love the sound. When the alarms hooked up to my heart — or whatever — go off, like they’re doing now, people come running in and the sound grows distant. The medical people are doing stuff to my body, but I’m strangely numb. Even needles don’t hurt now. I pay no attention to them. I just want to hear the songs.

Former print journalist, former mayor, retired law enforcement officer. Writing about politics and government along with random personal essays.

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