I woke in a cold sweat.
Heartbeat pounding.
Restless.
Lungs collapse in rhythm.
Veins still moving rivers.
Current pulsing.
Failing system.
Bones break with precision.
Face bent with distress.
Muscles torn and useless.
Dead eyes tired and distant.
Hands too weak to make fists.
Rusting, broken fingers
Blown apart like autumn leaves.
Waiting for the clouds to break,
To open up our eyes.
To open up our hearts to find
There's still life inside.
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