Breath
Three men were hanging
On the balance of life
One man dreams on a full lunar eclipse
That a black door was about to close
And an orange star was in opposition to a pink moon
The 5 year old BMW they were riding in
Lost all of its electrical power under a Mercury retrograde
Locked in a four-door coffin rolling down the interstate
Pray for fresh air
Pray for the power steering to turn back on
Pray for an emergency lane
Three last rites
Two birthday memories
One last breathe
Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2016
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