Be strong
imagine yourself
in one of those death chambers
with the stench of mortal sweat on every person
adrenaline's final rush, clammy cold skin blanched
of blood
crushed and pressed one on the other
rib cages crack and collide
as each one fights
for a last life-breath
a tide of sighing in death
as one sea.
© M.L.Emmett
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