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Mar 2016
Gasping. You lay there
Gasping before me. Each
Breath strained like the
Earth was laying on your chest.

Unfocused eyes glazed across me
Looking at me like I was a stranger.
Each blank glance causing a crack
In my glass heart.

Words circle me like a predator.
Cancer, terminal, stopping treatment.
These words wrap around my throat
As they close in for the ****.

I start to gasp as my world fades and dims
Till only the tiniest drafts of light
Invade my sight. The words tighten
And I know in my heart, they’ve won.
Vicky Evans
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Vicky Evans  Engand
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       Jeff Stier, ---, A, South by Southwest and Rapunzoll
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