in the clutches of death
her cat’s blue eyes were the last thing she saw before her eyes closed
vivid dreams that evening were about potential hardships and a new life
She was running across a poppy field, screaming the name of a man
a soldier she barely knew years back, but tonight he was her inspiration
a weird rattlesnake cat’s tail attempted to wake her, but to no avail
she was in the land of the almost dead, traveling the river Styx
a woman who had not crossed over, but was in the clutches of near death
her breathing had slowed to an incredible standstill; a half-life
rapid snapshots of her life came barging into her dream vision
things she had not done, things she wished she could do over
when she awoke, it was all gone, but there was her blue-eyed cat
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