Robes of a Muse
Musings on my journeys and thoughts as poems and prose.
Wednesday, 23 October 2019
Last breath
Choked.
Unable to breathe.
Hands tighten around the throat.
Suffocation.
Tears dripping down the face.
Flood gates open.
Chaos.
The head hurts.
It throbs and bursts.
Silence.
It consumes the space.
- Robes of a Muse
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