By Mary Date: 25 February 1999
Like a statue i stare
that glazed look over my face
unblinking
unbreathing
unbinding
each muscle tensed
hands clammy
that feeling the pit of my stomach
no please dont come now
cant you see?
i dont want it!
and still
my memory washes over me
i see your eyes
i see your tears
i can actually see your heart break
my breath gets shallow
as i slowly drown in you
next time i must remember
to plug my nose