Staring Death In The Iris

Staring Death In The Iris

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Once you've looked death in the eye you learn to take more risks.Once you've looked death in the eye and learn you love the color of his iris you learn that you'll regret what you never told anyone.Once your life flashes before your eyes and you learn you'll lived a simple life.Once you've looked death in the eye you want your story to live on as anything but simple.Once you've looked death in the eye you shouldn't have ANY regrets Today I looked death in the eye and cursed his name but a near death experience and seeing your life flash before your eyes does that to you.Truth be told I welcomed death with open arms and THEY shouldn't have walked away with him. Death didn't accept my invite,he took them. I watched them take his hand. I shouldn't have watched. I'm just like them. Except I'm dead INSIDE. Or at least I was until I gave HIM a lingering glance. He was death.To nobody but himself. He was a new type of death. He would be the death of me. I stared him in the iris and said....
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"It took me five seconds to fall. The impact on my chest jarring my body but not my mind. I suppose this is the point where your life is supposed to flash before your eyes as time itself freezes - and it did in a way. But I didn't relive my life physically like walking through an old memory, déjà vu in each step. It was a feeling, something that started in my chest and spread to my fingertips, one so unique to me that it encapsulated each significant event into one single second." For as long as May can remember one mystery has haunted her world. A dirty window before her, the grim obstructing her vision, she has lived with a loss she can't identify - that is until one rainy night. Gradually the spots of dirt May scratched at for so long wipe away with the touch of a finger. But when she looks in will she like what she sees - or will curiosity kill the cat?

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