End of the line is a short vignette I wrote during an emotional moment after I suffered a pair of fatal heart attacks in January of 2020.
It is a tough work for me to look at or truly talk/write about. Trying to explain what it was like to die, be brought back, die again and be shocked back alive again sucks even more. One sure thing is - that shit hurts and hurts bad.
This work is an Allegory, basically a complex and multilayered metaphor.
I do feel like this piece isn't quite balanced correctly but I fear changing it as it is also very fragile. Someday I'll correct that tiny piece that feels out of place to me but I have decided to wait until I'm absolutely sure I know what it is and how to do it.
Thank you for reading,
-Emmeran