Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2017
CPR
minutes falling and counting and
running away as i chase them,
laughing at my face, laughing as i
reach for them, whispering
what does she think she can do?
our lives ended before they began.
does she pluck time's harp strings
so well she believes she
can pull seconds into hours?
can she force heartbeats
from wilted flowers?
.
avalon
Written by
avalon  20/F
(20/F)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems