55
Louder
Death makes me realize that drums of war are just louder heartbeats.
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MY FIRST death was extremely traumatic.
Or so my father said.
In the sensory deprivation tank, I could still feel my breathing as the air hits the lid and I lay flat on the fluid that secluded my ears from the noise outside. I have gotten quite used to this. One day, after a nearby car accident occurred, I could remember how he castigated me but I could not remember what has been said. All I could recall was the fury in his face and the order from his lips which closed in on me like I was not allowed to go out to the world.
“From today onwards, you will hide in this tank when visitors come over.”
And that day seemed normal, only, it was not.
The fluid felt higher and higher as I breathed mor
