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Did I die or did I recover?

I freak out,

 

pop my top,

and

open up

for

mouth-to-mouth.

 

I need a full-resuscitation.

 

I think to myself,

I hope they know when to use the Epi.

 

In the background,

the Dr. yells,

“Don't pull her foot out of her mouth,

we don’t want her speaking up again.”

 

The blood source is eventually tapped.

 

 

They don’t notice I’m starting to struggle.

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May 15
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