![]() Hospitals and HeavenA Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Bone
white walls, gunmetal gurneys like
serving trays on spinning wheels, blood and sweat -- don’t forget the tears -- and
the light, that awful imitation of the sun, that
turns even the rosiest face sallow. There
are signs on the swinging doors, “No
Admittance” and “Do Not Enter”, but
no one follows directions here, because
everyone is hiding from Catastrophe, (or trying to keep her at bay) as
though stilted smiles and shuffling feet will
send her to the next windowless room. You
are a skeleton with skin, a wounded bird whose
wings have no flight feathers, only bent bones -- graceful and awkward -- Is
it wrong that I find you beautiful now, while
heaven’s handmaidens wait in the corners? When
you speak to them, I understand why, even if no one else does, because I know the tenor of their wilted voices -- I
have heard the white noise of death before. Your
eyes are half moons -- eclipsing -- the
void is somewhere before you now, and
you reach for it as a bare-footed child catching
lightening bugs on a summer night. © 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)Reviews
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Added on September 24, 2013Last Updated on September 24, 2013 Author![]() Girl Friday (Sarah W.)The Beach, CAAbout"She's mad but she's magic. There's no lie in her fire." - Charles Bukowski A NOTE TO MY FRIENDS: Thank you, everyone, who has supported me so kindly on this site. I am humbled by your kind revie.. more..Writing
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