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Tell her

Her death hangs in the balance,

impatiently waiting to go

splat

for she would be gone.

Tell her

you refuse to acknowledge

that you hold her powers to a

choice

to switch off that ventilator.

Tell her

you are selfish

and refuse to admit

a click

and her heart would stop.

Tell her

because of your strength or

lack

she remains a vegetable tonight.

Tell her

you hold onto her

from fear of

Pain

of an unfilled void.

Tell her

you can hear her voice

pleading to go
 
splat

But you have refused her

that choice.

Tell her the truth.

Go on.

Tell her.

Writing prompt from: Wilder Soul