she lays breathing
dying
taking in her shallow, labored
breaths
she gazes off into the
distance
and finds her gaze drawn to the
sky
her vision is dimming with each
breath
she takes it all in
stride
as her breathing comes
slower
she finds her mind caught by
fancy
rising over the flat
plains
are mountains, tall and imposing
novel
and she stares at them
breathing soon disappearing
and she dies
mistaking clouds for mountains