Dead Pulse
the sway of the flatline
Sunday, July 26, 2009
I - Held
I held the girl
as she held her dog
who, had she been able,
could have looked
eye-level
at the woman in the white coat
who held a plastic syringe
which held the soft, pink poison.
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