The Dying Art
Please read the work of a talented writer.
Cyanotic, ice blue bulging fingers
prickling electrical shooting
from tingling toes to knee caps
red hued and freckled bruising
purple like a teetering tower
voice echoing atop skyrocketing altitude
breathless and oxygen saturation plummeting
I cannot breathe
pale, cachectic body wearing thin
cardiac palpitations with alarms ring
ventricular fibrillations and chest pounding
firm hands on a crackling chest
shocking louder than cannonballs
my brain is foggy
ocean blue wisps like clouds above green
unicorns with wings cradling flying saucers
illuminating rainbows like a portal
mars is red in the night sky
sun beams on my flowing golden locks
so, this is morphine
warmth swims like a raging river
a child dancing in the clear water
waterfall caresses glimmering skin
lightning bugs burst in sparks of moon beams
dazzling light from a starry sky
flying.
Yikes!
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