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.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2017
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