Game over

[Stew]

A small pool of myself on the bathroom floor. I finally settled into rhythm with my heaving breath. Linoleum is cold and clammy pressed so close against all this skin. The lights flicker in tune as my vision finally goes out. I hear a muted laugh and the clutter of something falling. Just God up in his room playing video games. I wonder, does he know I am on my last life?

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An imaginative narrative.

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*clatter