The non-beating heart is stirred
And crawls from the ribbling ribs
Leaving as only an aplasia
Floating in quietus draped in the
Veils of yesterdays' breathing before
Pulled to the surface where the last
Of the bubbles so linger
Pushing, pushing to the air
Desperate to breathe
And they pop, and are no more.
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Comments
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I felt this one so accutely as I read it. Such great imagery and feeling to this piece. Read aloud it is just a treasure
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