Unable to feed myself
Breathing comes with difficulty
Haltingly
Shallow gasps
I'm unable to finish the simplest of tasks
I let my arms drop
In my reclining pose
They almost seem to be an embrace
I await
Calling card in hand
A skeletal hand slowly creeps round the door
Heavy eyes drooping
Death's embrace is tender and sweet.
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PoesiaHer mouth opened and words poured forth like so much torrential rain. Completed
