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  • Writer's pictureRachel Faturoti

A Monster Calls

They say, last words are the hardest but I never got to say mine -

Insides enveloped in a parasitic darkness

encased in a shell of pain

as you spy eagle eyes watching for that flatline

Counting down time as the hand slows we hold our breath

I bet

Choking dread locked in your chest

Spirit boy, let's go for a ride

Arms stretched, knees scraping the sides,

Poisoned air filling our cavities until we fly

Let's go for a ride, you say

Let's go for a ride.

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