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Fluorescent lights and cold tiles frost over my skin
the odor of sterilization clouding my judgement.
Absent is the once familiar song of crickets and birds
replaced by the wails of heart monitors and oxygen machines-
In the empty spot of familiarity, a sanitary yet grotesque imposter tries to squeeze in and take it's place.

The sight of you makes my throat sting-
among the tubes and IV drips
your pain and sorrow picking at my strings like a hungry vulture.
Birds of prey clawing at the guilt,
patience as cracks begin forming.
How long will they continue to linger and wait-
how long before they grow impatient and swoop down?