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Tell her

Her death hangs in the balance,

impatiently waiting to go


for she would be gone.

Tell her

you refuse to acknowledge

that you hold her powers to a


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


she remains a vegetable tonight.

Tell her

you hold onto her

from fear of


of an unfilled void.

Tell her

you can hear her voice

pleading to go

But you have refused her

that choice.

Tell her the truth.

Go on.

Tell her.

Writing prompt from: Wilder Soul