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-her hold is slipping, and the warnings
that she had so carefully handed to her lungs
have crash landed in a jungle somewhere
inside what she thought was her body
(but now she thinks it might have been
her dream-self, warped in reality)
and falling from her hands
are the wishing cards written with
the love of a daring tigress
(not the strange leopard,
with the eyes of a savage panther,
that wanders beneath her pale skin)
and she wonders, restlessly
trying to remember, if she'd been the
one to pen in the ink.
with a sigh, and the closing of her eyes
she finds herself weightless, no sense
of grounding freedom in sight, just
the warm hues of a chocolate coloured
room, empty in its meaning
and filled to the brim with
reminders (unwanted)
of her disastrously-precious life-
that she had so carefully handed to her lungs
have crash landed in a jungle somewhere
inside what she thought was her body
(but now she thinks it might have been
her dream-self, warped in reality)
and falling from her hands
are the wishing cards written with
the love of a daring tigress
(not the strange leopard,
with the eyes of a savage panther,
that wanders beneath her pale skin)
and she wonders, restlessly
trying to remember, if she'd been the
one to pen in the ink.
with a sigh, and the closing of her eyes
she finds herself weightless, no sense
of grounding freedom in sight, just
the warm hues of a chocolate coloured
room, empty in its meaning
and filled to the brim with
reminders (unwanted)
of her disastrously-precious life-
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Makes me think of smoking induced lung cancer. Lost a family friend to this last night.