Gris

She inhaledas deeply as she couldtremulousso deeply she thought her very lungs might rupturefor she knew this was her last breath For a moment she thoughtperhaps she could hold ithold that breath tight inside herand perhaps in doing solivelive her life with that breath locked awaycaged along with her voicelive a silent lifefor as longContinue reading “Gris”

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