there is a gap between
hands and mouths
- especially her own
listen to the silent scream
plagued upon her tongue
spoken out loud in scattered breaths
to the ambulance man
he wiped the sweat from her hand and head
checked her blood sugar
monitored heart rate
pulses felt along smoothed-out veins
dropping into oblivion
pounding pain slapped her face; jaw-line ached
positional portions of memories
mind stuttered
- not again! - not again!
the day played out like a drum beating syncopated rhythms
each one recovering release as morphine dreams spooned themselves inwards
patted hands, heads and hearts
family all there,
waiting for the unstable
to stabilise and the capillaries count themselves
the luckiest threads of a story still being told.
Honorable mention
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Love, C
