Jessie Latham · Dec 19, 2011
.Con[descend].

Exhausted and unbeknownst
To the world
Trying to comprehend
Anything
Everything
Still coughing out
Insufficiencies
She's hitting her
Record low
& decreasing in
Seldom movement
Culminating every molecule
of unwilling breath
Without commiseration
A fever too full to fast
Love to lithe to last
Chiseled to match
The statue of imperfection.

 
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