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