Tuesday 29 April 2014

a one hundred and twelfth poem...'blue tunnel'

Gemma stared down the
Blue tunnel into the
Afterlife, was reminded of
Trips to the Sealife Centre on
Southsea Pier as peace
Descended and her lungs
Filled with salt water.
Her last thoughts were of
Leatherback turtles,
Manta rays, and melting vanilla
Ice-cream sliding down the
Side of a wafer cone.

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