Saturday, April 05, 2008

A Nightmare in 51 Syllables

Just breathe in, breathe out.

She tried until she could not,

Then peacefully stopped.

~

Fifteen compressions

For each time our lips were pressed,

Cried the kiss of life.

~

So cold, my Annie.

Tried to warm you with my breath

Changed to kiss of death.

Peace, Doc

Copyright © 2008, Thomas A. Blood, Ph.D.

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