I am a dying sister #8

I am here, silent

I am here but my heart is not

I am here, turning off my oxygen machine

A light finger touch, each time a bit more.

I am here, one piece of beauty

I am here but my soul is not

I am here, tearing off my body parts

A light scratch, each time a bit more.

I am here, a breath, a thought

I am here as a self distraction

I am here, taking my mind of you

A rope stretch, each time a bit more,

I am here, I am dying

A bit more- and nothing is left.

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