My heart skipped
and I palpitated
My age ran
and I sold another rib
My heart grew a wing
for the next gasp
What will I lose?
when the chasm is complete
Sometimes awareness is a blessing
that cures the innocence
I journey to night bridge
there's a song waiting
A poem, a blood script
for my blood type
Herd negative nurse gasped
Life affirmative I panicked
when they didn't hear the drip machine
Screaming of air bubbles
in the life stream
The chasm would have been complete
South of heaven way past nirvana fallen
for fear? Or the lack thereof hate.
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