Sliver

grasping

cutting blackness,

clutching

clinging past

nothing,

panting

for air,

reaching out

from

inside pain,

desperate

raw

salted wounds

ache,

straining

grabbing

stretching

willing,

just a sliver of hope

to cling to.

hope,

like air to breath.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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