I’m doing a month of poetry, one new poem each day for thirty days. Here’s number twenty six of thirty.
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I Can’t Breathe
She lays sprawled on her back
Her sword clinging to the cold cement
Her vision is blurred and cracked
But she shouldn’t be able to see at all
The scales simmer helplessly
Under the burning summer sun
As the dawn ends, and light begins to set
The kiss of an icy wind coming
Pecks at her as she lays
Struggling for every breath