Seizure Poem by Victoria Waylett

Seizure



Eyes closing, all consciousness gone.
Body jolting, going where it likes without permission. Foam spilling like a rabid dog.
Waking to a shock rippling through, making me gasp. It's cold, I'm tired. I think I'll just sleep awhile.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: dog,sleep,waking
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