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Last Breath

by Clara Mae Gregory

Holding her last breath,

adrenalized antiquity

tasted tearfully bitter

as it bloated inside

her burgeoned belly.

Serpentine smoke

of stale spirits

spiraled around her body

waiting for the death bite,

the consumated words resisted

as the unspoken ones awoke.

while dark clouds attempted

to grip her light tight

staring down the demonic faces

she saw the evil that once existed,

fade until nothing of it was left.

with faith she still clung to her prayers,

as her light let go of her last breath .


06/16/2009

Author's Note: A revision. and I know, it still needs major editing, punctuation, etc....feeling a bit weary for now

Posted on 06/16/2009
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Wayne Tate on 06/17/09 at 12:40 AM

Very nice Clara! Excellent read!

Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/18/09 at 04:29 PM

I especially appreciate the last 7 lines... the most powerful for me anyway. The letting go of the evil just before that last breath... maybe there is a lesson there for all of us there... thinking of the meaning of last as "previous." Well done, Clara.

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