9:46 am. “Cynthia get up, Mama’s not doing good. They can’t
find a blood pressure.” Daddy said
The images will haunt Cynthia forever, the sounds will always resonate inside
her.. She became a prisoner of her own terror.
A machine breathed for her, yet she spoke to me. They wanted to end it now.
I knew she didn’t want to leave. She tried to stay in her body, but the force was to strong and her body was giving
out, but my god did she fight.
Cynthia and her brother cling to their mother as she slipped away. Her eyes were
blank and dead already as they lay open, motionless. The nurse turned off the machine and Claire Reece’s lips turned
blue and faded out to the rest of her face, yet she still fought. Cynthia whispered it was okay and she could go. Her skin
was so cold clammy and cadaverous already. The sound of her ragged breath, a growling rumble that came thirty seconds are
more apart at best. She coughed up blood.
Her disease spread like scarlet runner
Claire Reece left this earth behind for Sumerland.
