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hundreds stuck with an eternal fever lay here in disjointed slumber lazy wires weave in and out of me a chemical flood running through veins broken figures with wounded paws whimpering as nurses tend to them feet of patients wander trying to find a lost haven doctors with damp foreheads speak in blurred voices invoke our names some apathetically repent mumbling bible verses others are circled by heaving bodies drowned in grating alacrity holding only stale memories of the surrounding faces with familiar fugue we fall into a hollow decay an unspoken gravity hangs among us these copies of shoebox rooms are pristine prison cells I lay here bound by unseen shackles ill with harrowing impatience even the howling catacombs would sound like a victory march to the desolate silence of white walls
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
Last Stop
hundreds stuck with an eternal fever lay here in disjointed slumber lazy wires weave in and out of me a chemical flood running through veins broken figures with wounded paws whimpering as nurses tend to them feet of patients wander trying to find a lost haven doctors with damp foreheads speak in blurred voices invoke our names some apathetically repent mumbling bible verses others are circled by heaving bodies drowned in grating alacrity holding only stale memories of the surrounding faces with familiar fugue we fall into a hollow decay an unspoken gravity hangs among us these copies of shoebox rooms are pristine prison cells I lay here bound by unseen shackles ill with harrowing impatience even the howling catacombs would sound like a victory march to the desolate silence of white walls
do not resuscitate writing activity- 30 assigned words
#sad#illness#death#sick#hospital
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eva-louise
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
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