Burning, midday asphalt
reaches up to break my fall,
as I crumple in a heap
of broken pain.
Wiping blood and sweat
from my face,
a voice cuts through the
sound of my beating heart.
Gentle hands reach out,
calm and soothing,
lead me to icy coolness
and safety.
Divine messengers,
press me to ride
their magic medical van
to ER.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
Burning, midday asphalt
reaches up to break my fall,
as I crumple in a heap
of broken pain.
Wiping blood and sweat
from my face,
a voice cuts through the
sound of my beating heart.
Gentle hands reach out,
calm and soothing,
lead me to icy coolness
and safety.
Divine messengers,
press me to ride
their magic medical van
to ER.
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