martes, 17 de noviembre de 2009

anglophones are we?

She wanted to cry
she needed to close her book and run out
go somewhere, anywhere
The nerves were hard to swallow.
Her eyelids became heavy as she struggled to breathe
she knew she was going nowhere
She could feel her blood boiling, her heart inflamed
she could see it when she closed her eyes
But her feet were stuck to the floor
imprisoned by her fear
She stayed there, visualizing the pain
the little pieces of her life shredding
and her nonresponsive lungs. She stayed
"Have no fear"- she cried
the end was near.

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