Last Breath

Long, slim bones
scratch tracks down my
bare, powder-white back.

Strange, hollow knuckles crack
for want of blood
and make popping sounds
like distant fireworks.

My lilting eyelids tremble open
to my reflection in the window glass.
Bright white, pale-face Moon
hangs against a velvet backdrop
of pitch midnight sky.

The crackle of an extending posterier
echoes as the unfamiliar moves near.
I close my eyes again and finally sigh,
welcoming the cold stench at my bedside.

Soon
the fireworks grow closer,
jointed icicles clamp ’round my neck
and embrace firmly
the fearless shudders of my last breath.

Last Breath

Crockpot

Joined November 2007

  • Artist
    Notes
  • Artwork Comments 3

Artist's Description

Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses.

©1995

Artwork Comments

  • LocoCow
  • pinkyjain
  • Nausinora
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10% off

for joining the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.