I sell my body for love,
my thoughts for a prayer,
I’m more than just lost,
a soul fought hard enough,
breathing borrowed breath,
stealing tears,
I cry,
I fade,
I –

A thumping heart beat races against the clock,
My mind a river of a thousand thoughts,
To surrender or to salvage myself,
Every breathe seems to choke me,
but give you a sense of home,
the game is ending,
It’s life,
or death.

My fingertips caress the distancing edge of your palm,
swollen eyes drowning into the unknown,
A shadow swallows me whole,
the floor beneath me shatters,
Rough rope tightens,
I can’t reach,
I’m trying,

– Sharlene Wadhwa

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