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... » Continue Reading
Fire singes the back of my throat, a burning wrath screeching to halt at my teeth. Venom inside the heart boils to the surface; knuckles white as bile churns and seers the lungs wailing for means of escape. Absconded, flames dying out met with ashes, shame and disgust. The cold air now crawls inward frostbite on ideals that felt so natural moments prior. Artifice within what one holds dear a distr... » Continue Reading