(This is why depersonalization episodes are horrible sometimes. I almost don't want to post this one.)
He dies
In my arms, on this table.
Compressions won't fix
his stiffening heart, yet I press
and press on
Come On! He won't breathe, can't.
And as I say "we've lost him"
My mind catches hold of an old
Joke. And I stifle giggles,
while she stifles tears.
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