Sunday, July 3, 2011

Surviving A Coma

You thought that I was edible.
Indestructible.
Sedated.

On bedrest under a spell, dreaming alive but below.

Your eyes swallowed me whole, and your lips drew my breath
From out of my lungs.

Oxygen must have remained in this room.
Because I woke up after the anesthetics wore off. 

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