breathe

 

blue morpho wing

clenched in tight fists
one moment, the next
pulse throbbing beat
nails dig in

life drips
one by one
landing on the edge
of paperthin wings

did you care at all
to be by my side
coming and going
from my world

no words trip over
my finger tips
I cannot comfort you
absence tells the story

fire mingles with truth
magnetic music fills one ear
then the other
no silence only stillness

alone before the black
nothingness of
existing on a thin tableline
I am pinned

supine dreams
guiding voices
breathe

April 2,2015
©Leigh-Anne Fraser

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