Hold your breath 

You hold me tight in your hands and breathe air into my exhausted destroyed body .I have travelled beyond and have returned .I am spent .In hushed tones the company leave and we are left alone .The day is lost to the impending dusk .I ask to be left ,  to be still ,for I am no more than just  feathers .In your grasp my pulse fibrillates in vain . You squeeze and I succumb to the endless quiet , with my beak against your cheek ,salt trickles from your bloodshot eyes….In those final moments so much can be said and  your whispers I can barely hear ,these words which are not for anyone else to hear  you ask if I can remember the password for the Ipad

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About mauricewoconnell

Maurice OConnell is a Creative based in Cornwall concentrating on Writing and Unique theatrical appearances.. He continues to imagine a world twice as exciting and dangerous than it could possibly ever be View all posts by mauricewoconnell

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