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Intubated

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By Valerie RamirezPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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Mother wakes up and the Room is empty

She focus's on the walls

Everything is so busy

Last thing she knows

That she was visiting family for The Holidays

The room is filled with family members

She faint and wakes up in a Hotel Room

The sun has a dew shade

She walks towards her purse and takes out a mirror

The mother is astonished

Where is her family?

In the moment

Her hair falls in her face

She looks in the mirror

Her face is flushed with shade of honey dew

She can't find her phone

The door rattles

As if someone is following her

Its just the wind

There is a black bag with clothes

Yet no sign of anyone else in the room

Hearing wheels out on the cleaning concrete

She puts chapstick on and walks around the room

Opens the fridge

Empty and the room smells like carpet

Yet so clean the hotel

Vintage 60's shabby with everything in tact

Where is my Family

Mother says out loud

Thinking and you can see it her face she is thinking an confusion is setting in.

Last thing I know

Nothing everything went to a blank.

Mother dream vision before she wokeup

Her only vision is Grey nurses pushing silver carts

Grey creatures hog snouts pushing carts

People around her in all white

Bodies in fetus position with white tubes in there throats

She wakes up and runs out the room

Gasping for air standing in a hospital gown wrapped in white

On the roof of the Hospital.

Mother blanks out and ends up in the Seriez...

( This was my dream when i was intubated)

surreal poetry
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Valerie Ramirez

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