Monday, March 23, 2009

Serpentine

Life

Wraps around your torso like a boa constrictor

You can breathe out but you can’t breathe in, breathe out

Each breath shorter than the last until your lungs thrust upon your throat

Deprivation breeds a high, a numb buzzing in your ears

You know the end is near, and yet it passes ever slowly

More slowly than the moment last, until you hover in a dream

Like death all around an angel on a battlefield

A witness to the carnage that can never touch you

And still…..

 

you breathe

 

                                    another breath

 

           

to greet the dawn

 

 

of a new day

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