by
Merewen-(TV)
June 8, 2006
The stones between my fingers
burn beneath me as
my body collapses
upon them...
The dust blows around me
fogs my breath
until it seems
breath itself cannot be
completed..
This weight pulling me
cuts me,
sawing deeper with every
intake of air that
passes through
my mouth...
No memory of life remains...
No light...
No hope...
An end there must be...
...but when