Unclench My Heart
The blood oozes through your fingers, as I gasp for air.
Short, brief breaths—inhale and exhale.
The pain is perpetual.
The damage, I fear, permanent.
The memories dizzy me.
The cost, far too exorbitant, as I cease to breathe!
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Comments1
very clever
Thank you.
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