Subatomic

Out of the hospital,
Internalized blood.


Working up to my own memorial day.
As physical manifestations overtake me.

It's some kind of Voodoo when the overlap comes.

Assumptions are pointless.
All is relative to the direction.
Ethics can only prove, not eliminate.

In this cloud chamber,
the elusive spins round.

Every second gained was depleted.
I surrendered to it.

Wake me up when you are breathing again.

© -18-June-2014 Sonja J. Johnston