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Jun 2013
Hands shake after intake
of brown and green.
Catch the breath
keep it till it leaves.
Pretend, through the muddle,
that this hasten heart beat
isn't bumping blood cells
filled with defeat,
that the O2 isn't poisoning
the alveoli that absorb it,
sending this brain, and all
it entails, straight to
hell.
© Daniel Magner 2013
I refer to hell with a lowercase because I doubt its existence. In this poem I use it as a metaphor.
Daniel Magner
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