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You left me without a new day to anticipate.
Thinking back to you closing the door ever so gently, made me laugh so hard I exploded.
First my eardrums popped; they bulged and then they burst. Next to go was my bladder, I was rolling on the floor, cackling hysterically, and pressure was funneling into my bladder and filling it like a latex balloon, not able to hold the incessant pressure for much longer. I found it strenuous to pull air into my lungs, which too soon shriveled and stopped functioning. All my bones began to crack and my veins burst open while simutaneously, my wrists were gushing red Niagara falls. I could feel my funny bone nagging; tickling mercilessly; it too was laughing, laughing uncontrollably, just as I was. My liver stopped functioning, letting out a sigh of relief and succumbing to the spasmic fits of laughter.
Ahahahahaha.
There went my pancreas.
Heheheheheh.
Now my intestines. You can have those too.
Rolling on the floor in my own sticky, body fluids, I laughed, giggled and cackled until finally I felt so much lighter without the burden of my insides. Then, as the final production, the encore, the grand finale: my brain burst into stringy, strewn bits of glorious fireworks.
And the last few words that sprawled across my dying mind as the life dried out of me was
You.
Left.
Me.
Thinking back to you closing the door ever so gently, made me laugh so hard I exploded.
First my eardrums popped; they bulged and then they burst. Next to go was my bladder, I was rolling on the floor, cackling hysterically, and pressure was funneling into my bladder and filling it like a latex balloon, not able to hold the incessant pressure for much longer. I found it strenuous to pull air into my lungs, which too soon shriveled and stopped functioning. All my bones began to crack and my veins burst open while simutaneously, my wrists were gushing red Niagara falls. I could feel my funny bone nagging; tickling mercilessly; it too was laughing, laughing uncontrollably, just as I was. My liver stopped functioning, letting out a sigh of relief and succumbing to the spasmic fits of laughter.
Ahahahahaha.
There went my pancreas.
Heheheheheh.
Now my intestines. You can have those too.
Rolling on the floor in my own sticky, body fluids, I laughed, giggled and cackled until finally I felt so much lighter without the burden of my insides. Then, as the final production, the encore, the grand finale: my brain burst into stringy, strewn bits of glorious fireworks.
And the last few words that sprawled across my dying mind as the life dried out of me was
You.
Left.
Me.