more… air… please…
less… air… please…
more… air… please…
less… air… please…
more… air… please…
What was it?
that torment?
at 30-second intervals?
raise the fan…
lower the fan…
Terminal care
near the end
when it waxed:
fáj!…fáj!…fáj!…
then release
to induced
coma… all
cycles’ end
What was it?
that shrinking
relentless
merciless
epicycle
of torment?
hyperesthesia? hypomnesia?
foreshadowed
months before
at home still
but restless
window… up…
window… down…
my quest (not
about me)
for closure?
foreclosure?
like yearning
unfulfilled
unredeemed
to inter
lost loved ones’
lost remains?
to punish
brutally
those brutes who
hurt our kin?
or is it
dread to be
drawn into
the rise/fall
of that fell
vortex too?
No, still not
about me
it’s of your
agony
that I wail
more… air… please…
less… air… please…
powerless
to foretell
to forestall
yet again
so in vain
just as then…