Muffin
She eats the cranberry muffin
Slowly, piece by piece
Her right hand
Thumb
Index
And
The middle finger.
Her eyes faded blue
Twilight of the
A border-less
Ocean, sea
Or sky
Yet bright
Yet shining
Though dead
Flickers the hope
For few more days
Weeks or months to
Continue the life
Command
Request
Dream:
“Death, hold on…delay…please! ”
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