Pink froth filling my lungs
Thick mucus-y wetness
Coughing does nothing
I vomit up bile
A brush against my lips
A tickle down my neck
Perfume in my nose
A rose in my lover’s hand
Pat-a-pat, pat-a-pat
Drip, drip, drip
The flow slows, ceases
As my body runs out of blood
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