Hypoxia

A Poem about Death

By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemistPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Blue Haiku // Hypoxia

Edges closing in

Peacefully falling asleep

Lips like robin eggs

sad poetry

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Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist

I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.

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Babs Iverson3 years ago
Loving the last line!!!

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