barely breathing

Her tiny heart is beating, it’s barely breathing. It’s suffocating in blood; it’s feeling the weakness inside, like a flood that is drowning her.

The clock is ticking, she is fading pretty fast. The only person is Death by her lonely side.

She is running pretty fast, but she is falling behind. She is finishing last. The weakness is slowly killing her, her heart is barely breathing.

It came without a warning; it was just waiting to attack her heart. She found it hard to remember, that saying about the calm before the torture.

That night in December her name was picked from fate’s short hand and Death was gladly to be the only person by her side. Her heart is barely even beating, but Death is still waiting.

Death is always there, until she fades to the end, as her memories are on time, “Not a single friend to call mine”, she recalled.

Her heart closed its eyes; it blinked for the last time, that familiar irregular beat, that dear girl of mine.

Her life has gone and has taken what little she had left for a little ride.

Death had its way, she ran so fast to end up last. She was so tired; she kept on running … even in death she was still suffering.

That’s all she ever did in her life, because she didn’t want to die. She just ran and held hope by the hand.

Her heart was barely breathing, with her own blood suffocating her that stopped it from beating.