Breathe Knocked downKnocked outBlood pouringCan’t breathe. Fear growing Pulse pounding Thoughts racing Can’t breathe. Face beaten Body bruised Hands nailed Can’t breathe. Death coming Darkness looming God turning Don’t breathe. Others are Reading Finding Fulfullment as a Stay-At-Home Wife As I Look Back Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: On the Pleasures of Sowing Our End A Still Small Voice Minimalism Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * 8 − = three