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25 January 2017

brink of death

am i
in the brink of death
fingers clenching
hearts palpitating
legs dangling
mouth stammering
tears rolling
someone would pull my hands
from falling
off the cliff
grab my waist
hug me tightly
and telling me
is going
to be fine

am i
walls i build around me
was destroyed
hopes are just fragile
as fathom
at the sea
the warmth of the air
is now suffocating

am i
in the brink of death