THOUGHTS IN FRONT OF A COMPUTER SCREEN

The panic fluttering of wings as they struggle enclosed inside a fist,

The battering ram of a heartbeat.

Is this the way life comes to an end?

The sky drags something from the room

Some expectation?

It is this hint of tomorrow that keeps me breathing.

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