death’s waiting room

Death’s Waiting Room

I’m trying
to remember
what it is
I did to
break out of
death’s grasp
when I
almost died
in the
hospital,
but all
I can
remember is
being in a
bed in a
dimly lit
room
surrounded by
other beds
filled with
gray-faced
bodies with
the life
draining out
of them.

 

That &
a nurse
cradling my
head against
her breasts
& speaking
to me softly
as she
shaved my
face with a
straight razor.

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