Dying Out of Context
It was an antiseptic space. The doctor said
something I couldn't quite hear because the
clock over her right shoulder had a second
hand that sounded like firecrackers each tick!
I heard stage 4, in your blood, invading your
entire body, maybe 3 months. The noise grew
louder. Each tock became a bomb in a warzone.
Deafening. PTSD. I was freezing and shaking.
My girl just turned 2. Collateral damage.
It wasn't my turn! What kind of god does this?
I thanked my doctor for my death sentence
and went home to live with my fading family.
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