Circling the Drain
She lies still
in the hospital bed
feeling her heartbeat
and stares at her
withered feet
yellowed nails thick
and curled
waxy skin
blue veins unfurled.
Her jaw is slackened
from the shock,
she hears the ticking
of the clock,
this useless disc
hangs on the wall,
it's meaningless,
no help at all.
She doesn't know
what year it is
and where's her husband
and the kids?
She feels her temper
start to rise,
but cannot move,
to her surprise.
Her heart rate's up
her breathing's fast,
the distance from the door
seems vast.
Now, here she comes:
that nurse with drugs,
her protest's swept
under the rug.
And so she slips
away once more,
her life-force spills
onto the floor,
and when she wakes
she grips the sheet
and stares in horror
at her feet.
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