You lower the mask over my face—
“Inhale…Exhale…”
My breath begins to slow in pace
My words slur,
My vision blurs.
And in the blink of an eye,
It’s over.
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Poem: Anaesthesia
The poem captures a fleeting moment of vulnerability as a mask is placed over the speaker’s face, leading to slowed breathing and a disorienting experience. The imagery conveys a profound sense of surrender, culminating in an abrupt end, highlighting the transient nature of the experience and a loss of control.
AfroSkeptic 
It is spooky how quickly you’re there one minute – gone the next!
Linda xx
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