The clock ticks.
Arms snapping like twigs.
Like plastic.
I can’t bear to watch.
Medicine.
Three times a day.
Faces.
You rot in your bed.
The needle.
Tears a hole.
The tube.
Down your throat.
The clock ticks.
Arms snapping like twigs.
Like plastic.
I can’t bear to watch.
Medicine.
Three times a day.
Faces.
You rot in your bed.
The needle.
Tears a hole.
The tube.
Down your throat.
