Jul 2013
she was quiet
without a single breath and then
but when I
leave they do all
the bad things
and all the breath escaped
and she was very much
like a child on her bed
wet fingers curled
around her face
without a single breath and then
but when I
leave they do all
the bad things
and all the breath escaped
and she was very much
like a child on her bed
wet fingers curled
around her face
(c) Brooke Otto
