The Performerthe man sits down at the bench sighing, he lifts a single finger and hits the ebony. a clear sound resonates. the man lifts his left hand and strikes key after key. a wave of nausea hits. a wave of dizziness washes over him. he is surrounded by people yet completely alone. the spotlight is on him. the crowd watches eagerly waiting to be amazed. they don't see what the man sees. the man continues to play, swallowing many times. but he cannot swallow the discomfort. as he nears the end, the nausea slips away. the dizziness disperses. good feelings erupt in his chest you see, they were hidden all along, covered by t
CopingDon't think about it. That's the only way I can cope. Enter the doctor. Her words are drowned out by my ears. I try not to hear.Noon passes. I sit still, silently. No one attempts to comfort me, for I am alone in my mind.In four hours, I try to move, but where can I?At last, I open my mouth for dinner. The chicken is tasteless.Looming over me, Death awaits. I close my eyes, attempting to block It out, fruitlessly. But the last light in my room flickers off as my life sparks out.