© carol shoot 2008
Gravity presses the throat
Each breath labors in shallow gasps
The sky mocks the air sucking in and out
Nailing stained sheets with grey sweat
And clammy brine
Steel eyes stare to the world beyond
Mouth parched and gaping, calling home
Too late for prayers
For they are being answered with
Tapping time slowly measured in
A hollow drum
A faded beat
A white rain
Suspended silent in its last reflecting drop
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