Dull Constellations

March 19, 2014
Behind glass windows
The world stands still beneath your
Collapsed lungs, still chest

The sky is devoid of stars

The machine beeps once, flat lines

It’s been three whole weeks
Your image stares back at me
The rivers, my tears

I chase your last breath with mine

Water tainted red, goodbye





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dreamcatcher77 said...
Mar. 27, 2014 at 2:37 pm
check out my poem on consellations! :)
 
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