The Last Time
The last time I saw her
She laid in bed
Breathing shallowly
Eyes fluttering slowly
The scent of bleach
Her mouth opened
Taking a few seconds
She started to speak
“Live long my children,
And love each other
For you shall need another”
Mouth gaping
Eyes closing
Head rested on pillow
Slowed breathing
Silence held
Death’s blade fell
The last time I saw her
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