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Foot tapping on waiting room Linoleum with the pace of test Result nervousness. Scent of mostly bad news Layered on walls in dire need Of paint and less tasteless Decor. Her name is a shot fired at The shield surrounding her Continous playback of worst Case scenarios as her hand meets That of the doctor Whose eyes give less than Nothing away. Please sit down. Sink like shards of shattered Hearts, or float for decades in Love with the worried man Awaiting the same news with Unsteady workman's hands Around a ***** phone. It vibrates, and the Doomsday Clock in his chest skips ticks And tocks, approaching a Schrödinger's midnight or noon. I'm in remission, she whispers. Then nothing. Nothing but two unison breaths Carried across an umbilical Cord connecting souls that just Lost their full Amount of Weight. This is Relief. This is Sunrise; Spring.
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
Schrödinger's Midnight or Noon
Foot tapping on waiting room Linoleum with the pace of test Result nervousness. Scent of mostly bad news Layered on walls in dire need Of paint and less tasteless Decor. Her name is a shot fired at The shield surrounding her Continous playback of worst Case scenarios as her hand meets That of the doctor Whose eyes give less than Nothing away. Please sit down. Sink like shards of shattered Hearts, or float for decades in Love with the worried man Awaiting the same news with Unsteady workman's hands Around a ***** phone. It vibrates, and the Doomsday Clock in his chest skips ticks And tocks, approaching a Schrödinger's midnight or noon. I'm in remission, she whispers. Then nothing. Nothing but two unison breaths Carried across an umbilical Cord connecting souls that just Lost their full Amount of Weight. This is Relief. This is Sunrise; Spring.
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
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