She could only see herself blurring out of sight with every hitched breath. All she did was float a desperate hand trying to hold onto vapour of that self which vanished, or perhaps, SHED.
Well done – very interesting – very much liking “float a desperate hand trying to hold onto vapor…” and, do also like, your ending. I will definitely be considering your work to be featured on my poetladykatz Instagram page, in the next week or two. I am delighted that you chose to share, Susan
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