Sensation of Dying

Sensation of Dying   

Air was moving quickly around me. I had a feeling that i was falling. The unpredictability and flimsiness during this tussle. I know i'm going to end up hurt. But i don't know when will that moment hit me. 

Time was running very slow while i lost my balance and fell. Time was running very fast while i was trying to get up.

 There were tight grips of other hands on me. There were tight grips of my hand on others.

I saw something flashing in one of the hands. i found that i cannot move my hands gripped and held by other hands. I felt then that  moment was upon me. I looked to the eyes of the weapon holder. I was trying to gauge if there would be any mercy. I saw the wrinkles on his nose, how the eyebrows were arched, how he was posing himself to give a steady thrust to his hand. 

Me and him communicated when our eyes met. I  told him mercy and subduedness. He replied disgust. And followed with a thrust of his hand. The sounds that escaped my mouth was drowned in the imprecations of the attackers. The metal on it's way to meet my flesh. I jumped away, i tried to. But the moment had arrived.

I felt sorry to end this way. There was a sound of a kingfisher hitting the water with it's beak.  I felt the most painful of the pains i had through my entire life. I felt the foreign object in me like a white hot metal. Swiftly there was a relief, where the assailant took back his weapon from inside of my body. My body was folding and unfolding and the limbs twitching all over the place that they couldn't hold me anymore. I was left to fall like a rope to the ground. The snake with it's head cut off. 

I raised dust. So much so that no one shall see my pathetic ending. When the dust wouldn't raise anymore,the wet dust, then i began my long rest, coiled like a baby on a bed.