A room with bright fluorescent lights, a ceiling of white tiles, a bed covered in white starchy sheets; I am blinded.
An icy intruder infiltrates my hungry veins, a sharp needle slipped beneath my fragile skin; I am frozen.
My mouth coated with metal, my tongue heavy with the weight of fifty pennies, a repulsive taste; I am sickened.
The cyclic beeping and whirring, hushed voices and whispers, squeaking of carts and sneakers against linoleum; I am silenced.
My nose assaulted by the burn of alcohol and stench of chlorine, the sterility an attempt to erase the pain; but I am suffocating, so let me go.
About the Creator
Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
Instagram: @alyssa.n.mussowrites
My website! https://www.alyssamusso.com/
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