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Soaked In Blood

3 days a week they travel here like the magi following the brightest star in the sky. all kinds are here pre-existing conditions fistulas catheters chairs of diseased kidneys soaked in blood. it's a revolving door of life and death,I'm here too,not as a patient rather as a caregiver to a loved one. it's boring here one moment crisis next everything happen here it's a reminder on how fragile life can be. I sit here watching blood of humans run through tubes that run into machines with twirling machine parts you can't get out of here fast enough not that it's a terrible place you just rather not be here.

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