I am the girl with rotten granny smith apple eyes, the girl with hair like rusty copper rods, and with lungs that just can't seem to hold air.
I wonder who I am and where I'm going; if this path of stale bread crumbs through thickets and brambles in this darkest of forests truly has a light at the end.
I hear the wheezewheezewheeze of a struggling respirator, the shaky inhale of a last breath, and the final mourning cry of a heart monitor.
I see a piece of art. A canvas stretched across aching hipbones with drastic strokes of a razorblade's edge, dappled with pin presses, and stained with an epistle no one can seem to read.
I want to fly.
love in a hospital by From-Dawn-To-Dusk, literature
Literature
love in a hospital
You are like an oxygen mask that keeps me breathing. You're like a heart monitor that keeps me out of line. You're like a vaccine that breaks down all the bad in me. You are like an IV of medicine that keeps me from hurting too badly.
You're like a heart defibrillator that brings me back. You're like a stethoscope for the times I need to make sure my heart is still beating. You're like CPR for when you take my breath away and your arms are like the bandages that wrap themselves around me. You're the doctor that sends me on my way but more than anything;
You're the accident that keeps me coming back.
"this is the last time"
"this is the last time"
"this is the last time"
i chant inside my head
as i lean over the toilet
and plunge my finger down my throat
yet again
yesterday was the last time
so was the day befor that
and the day befor that
and so on and so on
i feel the buring acid crawl up my throat
as i open my mouth for the monster coming out
im making that disgusting gagging sound
i can tell even though i cant really hear it
all the running water is preventing the noise from reaching my ears
i look down and see what iv created
gross
i flush away the monster
trun off the water
just in time too
cause here com