Phillip Dodham Cormier (June 7th / Toronto)
The ice-cold hand grips my throat
My voice too small to cry out
I am trapped.
Nowhere to run
The hand tightens
Squeezing my life from me
I gasp for air yet none is retrieved.
My body quakes and shudders
As the hand’s pressure increases
I want to scream
But nothing escapes my narrowing throat
It is over
My life is ended
Farewell to the place I knew
Only for a brief moment
Farewell to all
My eyes close
As last bit of air fills my lungs
I awake with a start
© May 3 2010
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