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  and I held your hand as it burned you from within,
  watching your hair fall out in clumps onto the pillow,
  a sacrifice to a god of mercy who never came.
  
  Your skin became a map of suffering,
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  each injection point a flag planted in conquered flesh,
  while I stood guard at the bedside,
  useless as a toy soldier in a real war.
  
  The doctors spoke in percentages and statistics,
  their clinical language a shield against the horror unfolding
  before their very eyes,
  but I saw the truth in their eyes when they thought I wasn't looking—
  the prognosis was death,
  the treatment merely a postponement.
  
  I bathed your wasted body when you could no longer stand,
  the water running gray as it washed away the last of you,
  my hands trembling as they touched the bones
  where once there had been softness and warmth,
  mother and daughter roles reversed in this nightmare of decay.
  
  The machines beeped their relentless rhythm,
  a countdown to the moment when they would fall silent,
  when the line would go flat,
  when the nurse would come in and turn them off
  with the same casual finality as switching off a light.
  
  I slept in the chair beside your bed for thirty-seven nights,
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  every moan that escaped your cracked lips,
  every shudder that wracked your fragile frame,
  a vigil of terror and love and helplessness.
  
  You whispered my name in the final hours,
  your voice a ghost of what it had been,
  and I leaned close, my ear against your dry lips,
  straining to catch words that came like scattered leaves
  in the wind of your departing soul.
  
  "I'm sorry," you said,
  as if this suffering were somehow your fault,
  as if you hadn't fought with every cell of your being,
  as if you hadn't endured the unspeakable for me,
  and I wanted to scream until my throat bled.
  
  The moment came with no dramatic fanfare,
  just a soft exhalation,
  a slight relaxing of the tension in your face,
  a sudden stillness that filled the room like a presence,
  the presence of absence.
  
  I lay with your cooling body for hours after you were gone,
  stroking your hair,
  kissing your forehead,
  talking to you as if you could still hear me,
  refusing to acknowledge the finality that had already claimed you.
  
  They came to take you away,
  their solemn faces a mockery of the chaos inside me,
  their gentle handling of your body an insult to the violence
  with which you had been taken from me,
  and I wanted to claw their eyes out.
  
  The house is a museum of your absence,
  your toothbrush still in its holder,
  your slippers by the chair where you used to sit,
  your coffee mug with the lipstick stain still on the rim,
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  I wear your clothes sometimes,
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  closing my eyes and pretending that your arms are around me,
  that you are holding me safe,
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  The darkness calls to me,
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  and I find myself listening,
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  the silence of the grave,
  the finality of death.
  
  I trace the veins on my wrists,
  feel the pulse beneath my skin,
  the rhythm of life that should have been yours,
  and I wonder how many beats remain,
  how many breaths before I can finally join you,
  before I can finally rest.
  
  The pills are in the cabinet,
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  but they might succeed in ending me,
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  where the suffering ends,
  where mother and daughter can be together again.
  
  I think of you often,
  of your smile,
  of your laugh,
  of the way you said my name,
  and the memories are both comfort and torture,
  a reminder of what I've lost,
  of what I can never have again.
  
  The world keeps turning,
  people keep living,
  laughing,
  loving,
  oblivious to the hole that has been torn in the fabric of my existence,
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  Sometimes I scream,
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  of despair that knows no bounds,
  and I wonder if you can hear me wherever you are.
  
  The blood calls to me,
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  and I find myself fascinated by it,
  by the thought of its release,
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  I stand at the edge,
  the precipice of oblivion,
  the wind whipping my hair around my face,
  the ground far below,
  a final embrace,
  a final reunion,
  a final peace.
  
  And I know,
  with a certainty that terrifies and comforts me,
  that I will step off,
  that I will fall,
  that I will join you,
  that we will be together again,
  in death,
  as we were always meant to be.
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