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Intensity rocked me to sleep
as ...Nonsense sat on my sleeve
constricting the blood-flow to my fingertips
my lip I bit
as no air....left this sentence bare
as I struggled to breathe
words found me dying
cut me open and gave me voice
and I....
lie still as each part of speech violated my membrane
sustained my internal cranium with a blood stricken flow
and with just one life saving blow
rocking ever so gently...
was my cradle....
Rose M. King ~aka~ThaPoeticRose
