Friday, July 22, 2011


And so the dizzying downhill,
and so on,
and so on.

The ache,
the luscious pounding of blood,
and the accompanying burn.

The frothy illness of the belly,
fear lurking in every bone,
(was that a twinge, or imagination?)

A beautiful thing to see, really,
the crimson against her waxy complexion,
and when they wheeled her out,
she felt no pain.

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