Tearing though the sinues in my skull
sucking all the air from my lungs
Gasping for breath.
I could feel my very soul departing with each exhalation
Drowning in a vacuum of hopeless turbulence and despair.
As I stepped out upon heavens stair.
Nothing... Nothing now of me remained
Except, engraved upon felsic intrusive igneous granet
‘Claimed by Covid’ my name is etched.
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