She lays in the hospital bed
moaning in pain
her mouth forming a perfect “O”
where her toothless smile should be
her eyes squeezed shut
as if every fiber of her being
wants to purge itself
of itself
of the pain and disease inside
And I wonder:
when can I leave?
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January 6, 2009 at 7:35 am
utopianfragments
the last line is very beautiful, strong, honest and so true.
January 6, 2009 at 12:04 pm
poeticgrin
And such double meaning in the last line!