The Arrest.

A code called.
She races
as the seas part
for her crossing.

Reposed before her–
rhythm without pulse,
fluid without flow,

substance without life–
is you.

Invaded
as lines in your thigh

penetrate a pump paralyzed,
as tube between ashen lips
thrusts into stagnant air.
Poison pushed into a heart
quivering, she watches as

your chest rises
with the force

of each counterfeit breath.

The symphony begins.

Thump
Shock delivered.
Strike through the breast.
Voltage down your limbs.
Buoyant, jerking,
Each retort
a life feigned by lightening.

Crunch
Bones crush.
The carol of ribs,
a surrender to the fury
of each compression,

quickens with her pounding heart.
Each chord
a dissonant harmony.

Glazed are your eyes
as they pulsate
with the cadence of their dance.
She looks at you.
Pleads for you to return.
Prays to the god she plays.
But your eyes plead for something more.

You leave her.

The story ends.

And the orchestra leaves.

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◊ The Cardiac Arrest From a Patient’s Perspective ◊

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The arrest

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