Harsh Memories
hospital X, floor Y, patient Z
White walls loomed.
Bottles were saved.
Sterility was king.
Sterile is cold.
Cold was everywhere.
Warmth was elusive.
I needed tears.
I found anger.
I cultivated anger.
It was protective.
It was fruitless.
My slippers sagged.
My mouth frowned.
The family circled.
I was tired.
Windows were bright.
I craved sun.
I gazed desperately.
You were there.
Photo by Sophia Krevans.
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