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Y’know that moment.
When the air leaves your lungs
That split second of deprivation
That instance in which your body,
Stills in anticipation
For a sweet, delicious, drink of air.
And in that very instance,
You are unwittingly knocked out of homeostasis.
The very nerves within your lungs cry out.
Your muscles tense, and for a millisecond everything freezes.
The world becomes still.
The wind no longer blows, the clouds halt,
The stars watch and the universe trembles.
The noise finally becomes silent
Your agonies and pains evaporate
And you exist in that instance, only you, just you.
So for one moment, just a second, close your eyes
And take in a deep gulp of euphoria
Yes, that’s it.
Breathe.
 May 2015 Sarah chrishna
cameran
and each tiny fragment was
only held together by the
thinnest of strings,
until one day they
slowly tore apart
piece by agonizing piece;
my heart is no longer whole
"if you love me at all, you'll make it stop."
Earth circles the sun
         Moon circles the earth daily
                     What makes earth go round
 May 2015 Sarah chrishna
L
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 May 2015 Sarah chrishna
L
I'm a sunbather, basking in the light you emit
 May 2015 Sarah chrishna
Mikayla
The scars on my body,
are my stories.
My memories.
My weakness.
My strength.
Mine only for me to know and tell.
I have one visible to you,
the one you struck upon my heart.
Its deep and ragged.
It’s fresh and ******.
It finally scabs over.
I pick at it once again,
wanting you to see my heart.
Waiting for you to fix me.
But as you told me,
You can’t fix something,
that’s been broken,
far to many times.
& holding on.
never felt so strange.
what's giving to me?

to know they've walked away.
alone.
conquering lands.

into me.

into me.
they chant.
sevens divided.

a blue wash of lust.
embracing me.
fileting me.

butts on softer notes.
ghost kids searching.
for death still burning.
Tragedy
Oncologist said that's illness
And it was evolved and hopeless
Hiding and appearing become skilled
The last o'er time before I killed

As flower in desert
Skinny and pale were sign
Pray and cry were habits
Saw the Lord's house so high

My crown is missing
Because I'm struggling
My dream is missing
Because I'm struggling

Put hand in beating heart
Believing God's bell
Put hand in beating heart
And said " all is well"
for several people who try to survive and my lovely Mom
A poetic wife shall do me justice,
Unless thus I'm still left drought and dried!!
For her, for one I could die...

To cuddle a warmth of radiating nights!!!

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