PulseA Poem by GardenofIrisPulsing, with the lights out all you hear is their breath. Pulsing, you feel your blood hold Pulsing, your eyes wander at every false whisper Pulsing, you stop moving and listen Pulsing, every sound grows louder, moving closer Pulsing, your chest suddenly feels wet Pulsing, you fall and never again rise Pulsing, Pulsing, until you pulse no more © 2021 GardenofIrisAuthor's Note
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