It was on hospital stay #4 or #5 that they gave me the suite, I don't know why. //I'm lying the gurney, rolling towardsheaven: theroom with a view,, , it'snot quite ideal but
it's something to do.
Personal mystery diagnosis ,,painedin my gut, behind my ribs & in the brain. Headache'd or insane.
I'm sick, quiet, undressed. My hair is a mess. What's
it like bleeding? Oh, I would know. What's being
non-sense? In love with the world. So hard, I
hold on & get fear to let go. My heart's twitch twitch
lub dub gives away the desire I know.
To live!
What else but just pain? "I'm glad that you came." I say to him softly from the
bed that I lay. //His is a cot.
When they come for my blood, the nurses wake us both up.
About the Creator
Amber Renee
Visceral. Poetic. Often translucent.
Miserable. Hopeful. Lover of all things Carl Jung.
@ amberreneepoetry
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