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Scrape scratch rusty latch close the double doors                                    Clitter clatter muffled natter in the corridors Cling clang dropping pans right outside my room                               needles gleaming patients screaming nurse is coming soon. Titter tatter coughing spatter; chest pain all a heave Needles ready hold on steady, rolling up my sleeve Sweat like hell, sickly smell lying on the bed Windows steaming my arm bleeding, bottle full of red. White washed walls, distant calls, nurses all a clatter Creaky crack stooping back, my heart a pitter patter Squeaky wheel tapping heel, rustling nylon coats                               Scribble babble noisy rabble, doctors taking notes. Beeping stream, loud machine, a tapping all the night People checking, doing my head-in; turning on the light Isolation; high contagion rubber glove and mask No hesitation, trepidation, they go about their task. Interruption with consumption, stops you in mid-flight Time stands still, take your pill and shiver throughout the night With ****** tears and deathly fears, image from which I stare don't let go, back home to Joe, to those I know who care.                                          The end
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
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Scrape scratch rusty latch close the double doors                                    Clitter clatter muffled natter in the corridors Cling clang dropping pans right outside my room                               needles gleaming patients screaming nurse is coming soon. Titter tatter coughing spatter; chest pain all a heave Needles ready hold on steady, rolling up my sleeve Sweat like hell, sickly smell lying on the bed Windows steaming my arm bleeding, bottle full of red. White washed walls, distant calls, nurses all a clatter Creaky crack stooping back, my heart a pitter patter Squeaky wheel tapping heel, rustling nylon coats                               Scribble babble noisy rabble, doctors taking notes. Beeping stream, loud machine, a tapping all the night People checking, doing my head-in; turning on the light Isolation; high contagion rubber glove and mask No hesitation, trepidation, they go about their task. Interruption with consumption, stops you in mid-flight Time stands still, take your pill and shiver throughout the night With ****** tears and deathly fears, image from which I stare don't let go, back home to Joe, to those I know who care.                                          The end
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joe-gallagher
Manchester
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
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