Maybe it was a mistake to stop breathing,
to audibly gasp at absurdity.
Death needs no reason
to creep its rattle up your throat
and turn you into glue
like so many spent horses.
Blink.
Brenda Warren 2016
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Maybe it was a mistake to stop breathing,
to audibly gasp at absurdity.
Death needs no reason
to creep its rattle up your throat
and turn you into glue
like so many spent horses.
Blink.
Brenda Warren 2016
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Excellent piece, Brenda.
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Holy cow. That second sentence is a wowzer.
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I like this, Brenda. You’ve called it Blink, but it’s actually an eye opener!
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All over in a … Sadly perhaps..although the poetic glue shines
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