Follow Me Into The Dark

The unexpected parts of my job that happen a couple times a month.

As I enter your room, I am unaware of what I will find.

There you were, your skin cold and frail.

I approached you, still unaware

Until I touched your hand, desolation surrounded you.

I fumbled to find a pulse, a breath of air, a sense of life.

There was none. I was holding in my hand, part of a lifeless body.

I stepped back, called your name, shook you gently.

Your head fell from upright, dangling.

I pulled the blankets and couldn't believe,

The color purple had never looked so bland,

Your feet turned inward and ponderous

But for you, there was no more pain.

Reviews

[Relic]

This kind of gives me chills. This writing has a lot of impact. Keep up the good work.

[Adventureseeker1]

My job is very challenging, it's hard to say but death has become a normal part of my job. I feel for everyone of my residents who pass away but I try not to get too attached since these things happen in my facility everyday. Thank you for your feedback.

[Writer at last! Sky ~]

I think your job is the most difficult then, it's extremely hard to seesome who has lost his life and lying cold dead. You might be a brave girl to do such work.