Still

When your eyes roll
Your chest deflates….stutters
Fingers claw…tear….weak…Weaker…
Thud grows dull, and you wonder
If your arms should thrash
If your legs should flail…
If your breath should still….and quicken yet
If your lips should gasp, wordless
Relentless in its hunger…
Should you struggle fiercer still
Or know quiet gratitude….
When the silence engulfs
And the light blinds
When your eyes roll back

Idil Barre
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