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A moment, PLEASE!

The sound of metal scratching

fills the air

and growing

begins to

replace the oxygen

we gasp for air

like fish

used to thick vicious air

flowing over gills

drowning in fresh air.

The world

is hollow

the metal seems

to say.

Hollow

and I have

touched the sky.

Metal clinging to the last known moment

the last

molecule of oxygen

dragging it off

to the noise of scratching

and then leaving it alone

gasping for breath

expecting more liquid in its

drawn breath.

What do you think?

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Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.

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