It doesnt matter why i was there What mattered was the lack of life in the plastic grass The absense of smiles amonst my peers The apperance of midnight blue in the rim of our undereyes The ache in whats left in the rest of my heart
The nurses were rude Sent us to bed without dinner , if scraps of cereal and old meat could be a substitute We were scolded for our imperfections and nuances So we left learning to not save anything for special occasions Me being alive is a miracle alone