Beneath me, I could feel it.
Such a rush, the adrenaline drowns
the capillaries of my cadaver.
Cold, rigid, moist, cobblestone.
In a slumber, I lay.
Moon bright as day, I could feel it...
It is here, I am clear.
With every hole I create
Slowly and slowly
I await for the de-fragmentation to begin.
I long, anticipate my last breath
It is between life and death...
Here, I am free!
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A refined poetic imagination, Joyce Msonda. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.