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Her Asthma
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Her Asthma |
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Jeen Member
since 2000-06-07
Posts 91 |
Her Asthma (edited from CA) Losing Air She tumbles inward Unable to draw in One satisfying breathe In their bed she's positioned Four pillows under her back In an effort to sleep Beside his soft purring snore Her body a perfect right angle Her lips a permanent O No sounds whistle Within her chest No crackle or hiss or wheeze Just the sound of an open mouth Pressed against a solid surface The sound of a vacuum cleaner Plugged by a tennis ball Pursed lips and flared nostrils Flail to inhale But cannot bear up under sticky fluid The weighted mucus seals her bronchi Like hardened candle wax It entombs itself Time pants along huff by huff Until the morning phone call The doctors visit The hospital admission The quiet new room Where his soft purring snore Does not keep her from sleep Jeen [This message has been edited by Jeen (edited 07-20-2001).] |
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SmittenKitten Senior Member
since 2001-06-20
Posts 1131where the sky and horizon meet |
A very apt description...I have never experienced this horror and yet I can picture exactly how it would feel with this poem. Great write! ~Krista  "Poetry and Hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
vived description and nicely written... I enjoyed for the technical skill you have shown... |
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