P. Attack

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She cradles me,
she rubs my head,
she whispers into my ear,
she rocks me back and forth,
and I am dying.
This heart will burst,
this dam has broken,
my body is shaking,
I am ready to be eaten,
my legs are shivering,
my arms are jittery,
I cannot see,
I cannot hear,
death is coming
and I cannot stop it,
I cannot control it,
I am powerless
I am pathetic,
I am scared,
I am battling her
and myself and myself
and again myself,
I have lost this war,
I am losing this moment,
I am a wrecked ship
on her tender shoals,
and the waves are lapping
and they will take me
to depths that terrify
and I cannot stop it
and I cannot control it,
and I cannot hold back,
and I break again,
and my heart is thumping,
my legs are cold,
my eyes are clenched,
and she holds me,
and she rocks me,
and she pats me,
and I am dying.