Nicole Johnson

A piece of me died tonight.
Shriveled up and slipped away.
A heart once beat inside this chest and now the tubes laid themselves to rest.
One by one, organs stopped running and the mill shut down as workers emptied.
My fears surfaced, not fears of loneliness, but triumph.
I’ve finally done it.
I’ve passed on.
This day slowly came to a halt and my body stopped running.
I stood in the middle of a dim-lit street and it hit me.
No need to swerve around me, I will go willingly.
I’ve accomplished all that I was meant to…
I will turn in my badge and walk away.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel, but a flashlight beneath your feet to feel content.
Good night my friends, this is my last transaction.
Dear diary,
Good bye,
sincerely,
Me.