So This Is It Huh? The Afterlife Poem by Joshua Mccoy

No bright white light outlined with a blood red glow
Or
Change in shape to a new creature.

White misty clouds are still passing over head and soft petals scratch my face in the large field where I now permanently lay.

No swirling yellow birds merrily chirping around me, only intense throbbing at the back of my head where a sharp rock has deeply made an entry and split my skull. The world around me is vibrant with two shades of gray through my dog vision. It’s a shame my ears are drowned in collected red pools because the music of a lone romantic blue jay, perched high on a weeping widow, is ever so heavenly sweet. My left foot is detached completely from any impulses for movement and the numbness is slowly consuming the rest of my corpse like a vicious snake swallowing a delicious victim whole.
My parachute didn’t open when the cord was ripped but I didn’t panic, I embraced death, I have lived a good life of love, loss and lively-hood so the thought of lingering on as a ghost in this decaying world would truly be a cruel sentence and now both legs have been taken away without a second thought. The rich flow of life is rapidly seeping out from every pore on my body like pus but don’t condemn my passing as a tragedy by holding a weepy funeral of fake strangers with forced speeches.

Call it a release
Scatter my ashes among the sea
Feed some starving fish yummy goodness
Don’t let me rot
Don’t bury me under a stone that declares from under moss
“Here lies idiot with no friends”
Or “idiot with friends who chickened out and survived
Don’t do that

Will my beloved miss me? Maybe she wanted to accompany me, I guess it’s too late to reminisce of her warmth; the poison has already taken a little more than half of me. They say before you go, your life flashes before your eyes, well, does that apply to one with empty eye sockets attached to opening and closing eyelids that let darkness and tears of blood leak out nonstop?
No
I guess not
The stream of dreamy memories flow from within me still and I can’t fight the raging current anymore than a torn salmon trying to swim up the Niagara Falls.

My first kiss
I seriously missed
And made out with her nose

My first wedding day
Everyone shouted hip hip hooray
A misstep on her train and her entire dress came off

My first son
Almost lot his manhood
I thought he was a girl with a cancerous growth

My firsts fade away along with my heartbeat and intake of peaceful air as my neck tightens to hold off the tidal wave of poison roaring in anticipation to take what remains of me. This dystopia of blissfulness is an illusion; nothing exists but blank walls closing in from all sides. The clouds began to blend and come together into a solid wall of white and I feel a bright light from a lamp shine on what’s left of me as hushed voices draw a veil of silk over my face and I float away to occupy the blue skies once more.