Doctor,
mask with a long bird's beak
looking like a horn,
checks out
what's hidden under
the grotesque version of
scales, that colorful and
wiggly fishes own
- abscesses.
A green-eyed girl
face still frozen
from the horror of the plague.
Doctor takes a deep breath
coveres the patient,
who sometimes was called -
he can't say it
but still feels the first time
when she was on his
protective lap and she cried
like the world was too
big to handle in the first day.
Now, The Doctor
feels the world is
too cruel to handle
in their last days.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 11:06 AM UTC
Doctor,
mask with a long bird's beak
looking like a horn,
checks out
what's hidden under
the grotesque version of
scales, that colorful and
wiggly fishes own
- abscesses.
A green-eyed girl
face still frozen
from the horror of the plague.
Doctor takes a deep breath
coveres the patient,
who sometimes was called -
he can't say it
but still feels the first time
when she was on his
protective lap and she cried
like the world was too
big to handle in the first day.
Now, The Doctor
feels the world is
too cruel to handle
in their last days.
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