jee/jeri/mommy/daddi (lizardjee) wrote,

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i am not blocked any more

terror is blue
and cold
like when you are staring at a team
trying to resuscitate your already dead baby
who is blue
and cold

true terror
steals your breath
all the air around you
there is no sound
the blood stops flowing in your veins
the world spins around you
an eternity in a second
as you try to transfer your breath
your blood
to that baby
who is blue
and cold

all at once
it is released
in a sob
you were unsuccessful
you turn pink again
while the baby is in your arms
and cold

they are wrong
hell is not red and hot flames
it is that eternity of terror
and cold
Tags: death, jaeci, poem, writing
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