There Is No After
There is no after.
That’s what he said to me after the doctors revived him.
Only darkness and cold, nothing else. We’re being fed a lie, he said. False ideas and ideals mixed with the cold drought of fear. Makes for a bitter but convincing meal.
But I believe him. He’s the only person I’ve known that’s died and returned.
So when I found him with the inside of his head sprayed against the wall tonight, I wondered.
Why did he want to go back so soon?