sleeping fog
piercing howl
baying dog?
no.
my son
rushing feet
hearts sink
wet lashes
blink, blink
sweet soft
freezes stiff
iron rod?
no.
my son
fists clench
tremble, ache
not a breath
draws, escapes
strident rasp
foaming mouth
rabid gasp?
no.
my son
tiny limbs
cramp, squeeze
brain and body
seize, seize
ashen face
glowing stare
moon in space?
no.
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