No Pain...

She had touched his heart. He gasped, barely able to breathe. The warmth of his blood surged through. It was like he had been cut open, but he felt no pain. It was like being pinned to the stillness. He lay there motionless, drowning into oblivion, into darkness, slowly....

Then she said....

"Mam, please come and see my dissection!! I think my frog is dead."

Queries of Anonymity

To whom shall I bare

my little piece of earth?

Dedicate my humble prayer

to whose blessed birth?

Shall I proceed to drown

In salty oceans grim?

Or should again set sail

Through the winds of purple whim?

Should I lose once more

To the wars fought within?

Or tell my raging core

To make a virtue of every sin?

Shall I stand on this cliff

To wake up the drowsy land?

Shall you never know my if

And the tremors of my hand?

What keeps me from you,

These dreams and the rest?

Then will they burn my wings

And push me from my nest?

 Am I the letter you never sent?

Am I the unopened book?

Am I the forgotten home,

You never turned back to look?

Are these my veins

With breathless blood

Those in haste run to my heart?

Beseech you to let me

Love yet again

Before we to oblivion depart…