Ragged shallow breaths
She lies in a convulsed state
A cold sweat has broken
In her sickly pale skin
Rough calloused hands
She clutches the blanket tight
Seeking the comforting warmth
Her frail body couldn’t offer
Frantic dilated eyes
She roams it all around
Searching for a light minute
To help her find a way out
Lanky atrophied legs
She commands for it to move
Besieged inside her thoughts
Escape was beyond reach
Death has arrived
Its cruel cackle chilling her bones
Its decomposed smell wrinkling her nose
A scythe posed around her neck
A duel for her life ensues
She tugs pathetically at a thread
Her cries fell on deaf ears
Death has won the battle
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