Tuesday, Apr. 22, 2003 @ 1:56 pm
“Day Three” or “The End”
Her side rises and falls.
She watches me watch her.
I look into her grey eyes.
They reflect my own grey eyes
And the darkening navy skies.
I bring her water.
She drinks it down, all the cool water,
While tears trace down my face.
No fight nor flinch to my touch
Firm resistance to the steel needle
Blood swirls back into the drugs
Mixing life and death.
I lay hay under her head,
Sweet alfalfa and timothy
Her side rises and falls