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Jan 2014
Blinding light
Middle of the night
Nothing here makes sense
My brown eyes are darker
Senses sharper
My shoulders ache and tense.
Hearing whispers
Air is thicker
I absorb all I can take in
Someone coughs
Lights click off
Am I alone again?
Paper gown
That doesn't stretch down
Knobby knees are barely covered
****** in my arm
Send up an alarm
With a ****, my metal slate is lowered.

Lights pierce my eyes again.
Kirsten Lovely
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