Hospital
Writing on the walls.
Is not enough,
I have to carve out my words,
My non-words,
My name.
So that when this cave is studied one day…
So that when this cave is abandoned one day…
The science will help them understand,
The nonsense.
And me.
It will not be my ghost that haunts this place.
Only the brick and concrete that is cracking and creaking.
Only those carvings.
From my time here.
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