LifelessA Poem by Anne LyonsNursing in VeniceCollapsed at my feet, without the slightest sign nor warning. There you laid, breathless, in the corridor that led to the crisp summer air. My knees took a hit to the floor as I reached my anxious hands to your brittle chest, compressing, to the beat of soft whispers from my lips. I felt your ribs breaking beneath my palms as I signaled for the doctor. When the machine arrived and said those three words, I knew, saving you had failed. Death simply took you at the palm of my hands. © 2014 Anne LyonsReviews
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