The End

This is my death.
It's obvious
From the moment
His thumbs press
Gently into the hollows
Of my throat.

First there's panic;
I can't shift his iron grip.
I want to breathe
But can't.
I punch and kick.
I want to live,
But won't -
Especially not using up
So much energy
And oxygen...
Funny what you think of
As you're dying.
I need to live

My throat is raw from gagging
Bruised from compression
My head pounds
At the sides.
Hot sparkles of numbness
Pepper my brain
My eyes bulge
Heart bursting
For breath

Then the thumping chest rescinds.
The neurotic pulse pressed flatter
By his fingers.
Tired muscles wilt.
At least I'm making him
Work hard now -
He holds me up.
I twitch.

Vision narrows,
The light at the tunnel receding
I forget to breathe
And who am I?
Just some dying thing?
Too tired to care.
I watch him
In my last seconds.
The final thing I'll ever see.
Don't care.

Thoughts narrow.
Life reduced to speck.
Barely here
An ash to ashes
Clinging to heat.

At the brink
I know this is it.

All is quiet, still and gone.

But like a roller coaster
At the edge of a drop,
Oh, you should see
What happened next!