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Time drips dish water to the floor.
Its quiet pool will reach the door,
the quickened slip to bang her head,
her falling – Grace, all hell in store.

Time pools the woman to the dead
with twisted form, the tiling red.
the blue-red flash, ” Just let me go! ”
She mourns to rescuers of dread.

Time drizzles the pain to over flow
the ever dark’ning flash, it knows
the twists and turns, the hallowed flight
to lasting resting place she goes.

Time crystallized. This pristine plight,
her family froze by mortal fright,
their clinging on, no end in sight
for Grandma’s comatose stretched night.

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