Craving What?

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Cries are quieter now.
Muffled.

The world here is quieter now for it.
Just the mouth opens, pillow stuffed in part way,
soaking into the sheet. Cells puff up in red worry.
Breath stops.

Sitting still, shakingly still, starts up the rapid gasps sending air to where it's needed. Breaths catch up. Sag on the bed.

Roll up in the blankets, roll up like a sponge cake with raspberry ribbons swirling. Something tastes sweet now. Sweet oxygen.

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