Hospital Room
This place of silence. Her
Death a short distance. Her
Reaching for relatives not there. Her
Bed shrouded in white. Her
Altar raised high. Her
Still form in shadow. Her
Tubes snaking and slipping. Her
Delicate skin. Her
Jaw slake mouth open. Her
Skin molded to bone. Her
Thin fingers twitching. Her
Quiet call for me.
Debbie, are you still there?
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