the doctors use fancy words they make sadness sound like science they scrub you up and turn you out fresh raw exposed with a 50% chance of survival
half of these people follow up they keep going keep working get better they survive with only scars and memories to show for their pain
and some people, the other half they fall out into the dirt they get infected it spreads past the skin to the heart lungs and brain it kills them they die a little scrape that they tried to fix kills them.
i need you now like an open wound needs oxygen and care i need you to survive so that i can
thank you to everyone that was there for me, and to you most of all, for not letting me lay in the dirt (yes, you)