FlatlineA Poem by MeganAnother English assignment...Exhaustion. Eyelids slowly drifting to a close, Even with every fiber of her being screaming "No, no!" She doesn't want to fight it anymore. Death's long smoky fingers play on her body, Lingering too long in some places, calling her. "Come to me." But her young, strong body isn't finished yet. Her heart beats fast and all her muscles squeeze As her organs try to flush out the toxins she put into it. And when her eyes flutter open again to stare At the empty bottle of pills, she starts to cry. Because when the sirens finally come, it is too late. All that's left of her is cold and still. Flatlined. © 2011 MeganReviews
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