My child
A heartbeat, broken
A letter, unsent
She suffocates in sunshine.
And rejoices in rain.
The world does not spin
For a time
Until she realizes
She can still hear the rhythm
Remember the warmth
Eyelids closed.
One soft puff
…and…
Gone.
The tiny fingers uncurl,
Small mouth falls open,
Angel, sleeping sweetly.
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