SterileA Poem by Riley BrayWho needs it?
Sterile
I hate that word.
Hate the smell of Sterile. It brings with it Needles, And suffocating white walls That are meant to paralyze you with anxiety. And I don't know about you, But I just want to plunge my hand Deep into the cushion on that sterile bed In that sterile room in the sterile hallway, because its driving me crazy. Its worse than an extreme aversion Of which I have yet to orientate, Its a key to drive me to madness One of which no diversion can draw me from. Sterile, I hate that word, I hate that smell, I hate sterile. © 2013 Riley BrayReviews
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1 Review Added on May 5, 2013 Last Updated on July 1, 2013 AuthorRiley BrayAbout"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you."---Maya Angelou "I'm not even going to get mad anymore...I'm just gonna start expecting the lowest from the people I thought h.. more..Writing
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