Dying Aside

She’s 95
and in a side room

with tubes up her nostrils
and eyes without iris.

Death can be pain-free these days –
shrieking no longer on the menu.

Only she pants
like a woman in labour

snatching at the air
as the waves consume her.

The door
stands open… Continue reading Dying Aside

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