Dying Lungs
She was so brave
couldn’t save
Her precious lungs
I couldn’t succour
She was slipping
Out of my hands
Yet hanging on
To my pleading fingertips
I held back the water
Baring the beeping back round
A customary kiss
On her naked scalp
That beautiful scalp
Someone help!
I wish I knew
That that would be
Her endmost kiss
I set her free
I’m all alone
I have no other
The water has come
Farewell mother
-Bianca Gain