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Last Breath by Clara Mae GregoryHolding 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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