Life, Version 2
Creation
Between life and death
What is our destination
Leaves it to imagination
Stories unravel
Buried me in the gravel
Hoovering above my corpse
Felt immensely uneasy
Yet not queasy
From this rotting, stenchy site
Thoughts darting,
Darting through me
Wasn’t my time…
Wasn’t my time…
So much left unsettled
Unsettled…
Something never done…
But what?
Oh my God!?!
What’s happening?!?
Murmurs, murmurs
Faces flashing
Before my eyes
Panic, Panic
Doctors sweating
Woman flushed red & wheezing!
Screaming
One last agonizing shriek!
Out I popped
7 lb 2 oz
Maybe I’ll get it right this time
Copyright © Emily Marks | Year Posted 2005
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