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Before The Last Exhalation
by
Sara Rarick
The windmill of my emotions churns and churns from the ambiance of this room.
I can hear the demons as they come to vanquish me and save me from myself.
I see the truth now, through this kaleidoscope vision.
Designs on the blank walls captivate with their beauty then turn into a
frightening nightmare.
The story of my life.
I’m in the eye of the storm and this tornado is relatively calm… it must be
resting for a moment of deep thought.
Reconsider the particles of destruction.
In the event of horizon an aurora appears through a smoke screen.
Fallen to my knees, I laugh with such trepidation.
In entirety, existence was a disillusion of a neon highway.
Sickening, maddening warp of alchemy.
Hurry, before I reach the light at the end of this vortex, help me understand
you, just once,
before my last exhalation.
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