Just Part & Parcel of My Life
It rests serenely on the mahogany table.
A conspicuous parcel that beckons you over, yet suspiciously intimidating you.
Thoughts jostled around in your mind. You are almost certain about what it contains, but hoping (against hope), you try not to dwell on it pessimistically.
Unfortunately, this only evokes the anxiety that has been laying dormant within you.
A niggling itch to inch closer, to reach out, to touch.
You are enchanted, mesmerized by the passive parcel, yet fearing, terrified of ascertaining your suspicions of its content. Nevertheless, drawn by curiousity and the burning desire to know and end it all, you inched towards the mahogany table, heart throbbing against your ribcage, more vigorous by the minute.
Nearly there...
Three steps, two steps... One.
Your hand reaches out towards the parcel, fingertips brushing lightly across the crepe surface.
A flitting impulse to tear away its creaseless wrapper washed over you.
But no, you stop yourself in time.
You do not want to see what horror it hold, absolutely not.
Or do you?
Nerves jangling, you accosted your inner self.
End it all, end it all.
You are breaking down inside, piece by piece, falling apart, like whathad happened when the baseball bat rammed into that china vase.
END IT ALL.
Better face the final blow, than prolong this emotional torment.
Unveiling the crepe paper that wraps the nondescript brown parcel, fear scales higher, deeper, penetrating the depths of your heart.
But this will end soon, you reassure yourself, giving your inner voice an avuncular pat on the shoulder.
Striped of crepe paper, the parcel sits naked on the mahogany table.
The clock is ticking. You want to end it now. Right now.
Fingering the parcel, you hesitate.
Your mind, your emotions, a whirlpool, entangled in a nexus of complications.
Tension mounting further, anxiety tearing away at your heart, nerves hitting a 10 on the seismograph, and-
NOW!
Pain tears your flesh, devouring into your heart.
An inferno! The fire scorching, scalding, scarring!
Bound by the grasp of circling fire arm
Immense pain delves into your heart
Your mind convulsing as if a spasm has overwhelmed it
Your scream the most horrible shriek of death
And you finally
Succumb to darkness.
An indelible mark.
It is just part & parcel of life.
