The diaphragm dancer breathed her last upon a synapse leap.
Teeth crashed together in applause, glands wept, cried encore.
Twisting nerve strings fused in from rib-wings, scooped her
small body up, held it aloft. The raptured collective thrashed louder,
shuddering alveoli.
Her disintegration began as the cheers softened. It felt
perverse to watch.
An organ from above hummed a sonorous peal in eulogy,
beckoned for her full consumption back into the body politik.
The nerve-hands obliged, and the gathered allowed a suitable
silence to fall. Somewhere, a bone creaked, in mourning perhaps, but it seemed
fitting.
And then she was
gone, cell-absorbed, queued for reconfiguration. Back now with the mindhead, to
manifest as a beautiful thought, they hoped.
An enzyme swept her remnants from the stage, wondering who
to give them to.
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