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AUTHOR
Lissa N Metz-Gomez |
ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Currently living in Colorado with my two cats, hoping to move back to California soon.
[August 2005] |
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (13)
Ancient History Part 2 (Essays) The second in a three-part series of essays I did for my Western Civiliation-Ancient History course. [4,895 words] [History]
Autumn Dream (Poetry) - [40 words] [Romance]
Bittersweet, A Collection (Poetry) A collection of verse. [1302 words]
Cellular Consciousness: From Quantum Physics To Alternative Medicine (Essays) A research paper linking quantum physics to self-healing and alternative medicine. [1,660 words] [Mind]
Empty Space (Poetry) - [69 words]
Essay For Western Civilization-Ancient History Part I (Essays) This is the first in a series of three essays I did for my Western Civilization-Ancient History course. This one covers Ancient Mesopotamia and Egypt. [3,599 words] [History]
I Want Burning (Poetry) - [62 words]
Middle Ages--Western Civilization Essay 1 (Essays) The first in a 3-part series of essays I did for my Western Civilization course coviering from the fall of Rome up to the French Revolution. [4,115 words] [History]
Native Americans Of The Northwest Coast (Essays) My term paper for both Archaeology and Prehistory: The Search for Lost Civilizations. [2,631 words] [History]
On Death And The Spirit World (Non-fiction) An essay discussing various elements of the 4th dimension. [1,446 words]
Only In Dreams, A Collection (Poetry) Only In Dreams Tell Me The Coming Storm [172 words]
Renaissance--Western Civilization Essay 2 (Essays) Essay number 2 of 3 for Western Civilization (fall of Rome up to the French Revolution). This essay covers the Renaissance. [4,207 words] [History]
Still Life (Poetry) - [56 words]
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Finality
Lissa N Metz-Gomez
Sobbing, she eyed the bottle. Several times, she tried to reach for it, but some invisible force, perhaps hope, perhaps not, prevented her from picking it up. Finally, after twenty minutes of listening to the same song over and over, she managed to take hold of it. She cradled it in the palms of her small hands, brushing it with the tips of her fingers. She twisted off the plastic safety cap meant to prevent small children from doing the very thing she was considering. She pulled out the folded piece of paper instructions for use and set it aside so it wouldn't interrupt the flow when she poured out the contents. She set the cap in front of her and slowly filled it, letting it overflow onto her desk. Realizing the cap wasn't big enough to hold them all, she tipped the cap over so its contents could join their brethren. She stared at the small mountain of tiny blue ovals and began shuffling them like dominoes. Then she counted each one. 10... 50... 100... 178 in total. That would be plenty, she thought. Lovingly, she turned the ones that had landed on their blank side so they would all read "G17." It just felt like something that needed to be done. She then gathered them together in one sea of light blue and stared in awe at what would soon be her salvation. It seemed appropriate to her that she arrange them in the shape of a crude heart and so she did. She then took her camera and took two photos as witnesses, the first one being blurry. Hopefully, someone in the future would find the images and understand that this was something she desperately wanted. This was not an act of desperation, but one of release, of peace, of sleep after a long day's journey. She thought about all she would never see, but thus far, she had known her share of pain and internal suffering. She was tired now as she neared her thirty-second year. This was her first true selfish act and she felt she deserved. For up until now, she had always tried giving all of herself to the benefit of everyone else. She was always told she should think more of herself. This was her chance. This was her last act of contrition. All the years of regret would now come to a close. As she reveled in the thought, she poured the glass of water that would serve as her vessel of delivery. It was holy to her and for this reason, she poured thoughtfully. She looked to the sky one last time, almost in hopes of a sign, but knowing there would not be one. There wasn't. The time had come to know what would come after and she was unafraid. Glass of water in-hand, she grasped a handful of the innocent-looking objects and placed them in her mouth carefully so as to not waste any. She drank, perhaps the most beautiful drink of water she'd tasted and swallowed with a reverence she had never experienced before. Another handful and another taste of the precious liquid. They were now nearly gone. It occurred to her that someone else in the house might need a few at some point, so she left 10, perhaps 20 and placed them back in the bottle. She picked it up, its weight now seriously diminished, and rattled it. One of the last sounds she would hear, she took it to heart, trying to savor every last moment before her long-awaited slumber. She walked to her bed and, calling her feline companion, basked in the softness of the sheets and comforter. She closed her eyes, drawing the final curtain of her life closed. Finally, she drifted to sleep. She would never feel the soft nudging of her cat or the frantic phonecall long after she'd gone. She would never hear the hysterical sobbing of her husband or mother or the shocked voices of those she called her friends. But she was at peace. It was something none of them would ever understand. She knew they would eventually grow to remember her as they wanted her to be. They would tell stories and laugh and recall the good moments of her brief time with them, and that was how she wanted it to be.
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COPYRIGHT NOTICE
© 2003 Lissa N Metz-Gomez |
STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
November 2003 |
NUMBER OF TIMES TITLE VIEWED
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