Dazed to fazed.

All I could remember was me being happy.
Now my hands are fumbling to put the pieces back.
Trying to tape up the falling pieces before another falls.
But my hands are not fast enough.

I was trying to hold the flower with falling petals.
Even the curved to protect swelled and throbbed.
Fins limp in arms from euthanasia.

Light, felt heavy on me.
Demands of Oyygen.
The ticking of a clock like the pulse of the vein.
Fog veiled over. 


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