bed fourteen

Stomach folding over

Itself Blinking eyes

Closed and open

To what I have done

Fading In and out

Here and Not here

Her name is Ally

She has black hair Tied

in a pony tail Says

that six years

of University she

hates writing Mint

sheets Scratching

skin Alone in the humming

Silence of porcelain

Reminders Pens

clicking Iv in

my arm Pain

shooting through my right

arm They do not know

what this is like Tonight

Bed fourteen Digested

two handfuls of Tylenol

Now the taste of rubber

Won’t get out of my mouth

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