Saturday, September 12, 2009
Breath
They expected her to live,
Who wouldn’t?
Medusa’s mask with ten
Snake heads sprouting,
Into metallic boxes which now
Could give life
Why would she need ten tubes?
One by one, they cut away.
Taking advantage, one down,
Drifting, another gone,
Betrayal, it snapped half,
Pain, it went on…
She stopped breathing.
Four tubes were still there.
She was no sadist, living on wouldn't be her choice.
