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automation
by Sophia GraceSight, but not seeing. The girl blinks because she breathes, because the machine demands it. This strictly regimented opening and closing, closing and opening is nothing but evidence that the world goes on. She breathes, she blinks, she lives. Unlike living, she can choose to not blink or breathe and start again. She does and counts the moments -- two, nearly three. Self-protective tears drip down her cheeks and she looks a mess but the only thing she feels is the desperate burning of her lungs begging for air.
Her next shallow breath is cold and sweet and her eyelids twitch desperately, trying to flush the grit away. Relapse, collapse. The machine regains control and she feels nothing. 12/26/2007 Posted on 12/27/2007
Copyright © 2024 Sophia Grace
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 12/27/07 at 03:34 AM Well done..... and welcome to Pathetic! |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/27/07 at 04:42 AM I love that last line. Some brutal, almost chilling stuff. Well done. |
| Posted by Kimberly Bowen on 12/27/07 at 05:20 AM the whole piece is brilliant, but the end lines just make it hit perfection. i love your writing style! |
| Posted by Timothy Burns on 09/23/09 at 07:00 PM "Relapse, collapse. The machine regains control and she feels nothing." What an awesome ending to this piece! +fave!
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