Cold facecloth slap.
I was screaming.
(you said I was)
And then I held my breath.
Vagal dive
Dive! Dive!
You said with glee.
I fixed you fast.
Ice cold cloth
Across my face.
You did not know
You sent me to the abyss.
Vagal dive
Of ether addled birth
Stuck in death.
Dive! Dive!
A life full of waiting.
for forceps to deliver me.
Que c'est triste
Interminablement
Triste.
S. Wakeman 14 september 11 (I)
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
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