The Chemical Angel

He never quite belonged.

Not to the city.
Not to her.
Not even to his own reflection.

A man, nameless in his final moment, bleeds into the soil beneath a twilight sky-wounded not just in flesh, but in the quiet, constant way that life wounds the misfit soul. He is the ghost of a song lyric. A living ache. A whisper carried too far.

And now, in a field that neither judges nor remembers, he waits for the last breath to fade from his chest.

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Inspired by the haunting melancholy of Radiohead's "Creep" and "Let Down," this standalone poetic piece captures a dying man's final thoughts as he slips from the world-alone, forgotten, and yet strangely seen in the stillness of nature. The story does not romanticize death, but it does stare it in the face and find something quietly transcendent: the chemical reaction of blood meeting dirt. The bittersweet hope of someday growing wings. The beauty of unbecoming.

For those who've ever felt alien in their own skin...
For those who've ever wanted to disappear, but imagined becoming something more instead...
This story is not a solution.
It's a moment. A funeral hymn for the ones who leave gently, but not without meaning.