What happens after my last breath?

I ask myself for the thousandth time.

Hair prickles, 

Palms sweat. 

I chew the end off my thumb nail. 

Stomach churns, I don’t know.

What will it feel like?

The beat of thumping in my chest growing louder,

A concert just for me. 

I close my eyes tight 

All the colors dance around 

A light show just for me. 

Does everyone see this when they close their eyes?

Every human below

Has gone through their last breath. 

They seem at rest,

Perhaps it’s for the best

That I don’t know 

What that feels 

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