First Death

Heh, that was a long time ago.

But then again, it wasn't that long ago.

Actually it hasn't even happened yet.

The first time I died, I found myself drowned,

a knife stabbed into my chest,

as I struggled to breath.

Blood dripped from my chest, flowing into the water,

like a shark had attacked me within the depths.

Then I was waking up again,

almost three hundred years before.

At first, I wondered if this was real.

But seeing the old presidents live in person

cemented the fact that it was.

See death doesn't work on the linear timeline.

Once you die, you jump to somewhere else on the timeline.

It could be the future

the past

the present

Anytime, anywhere, with any looks that one could imagine.

That's what I learned,

upon my first death.