NeatA Poem by Rachel Landes
Well
This is well weird I am not well Hospital bed White Dripping faces Pulsing lights Snow spattered Heat And the hospital bed is neat My mind is tangled Like wires wired into my arm My thigh My stomach Infection is bad Please put me to sleep Make it all seem neat When I stop shaking I am shaken The pain is everywhere Give me Blistering Heat In my mind Make me Beat Bruises Are neat Feeling my feet Press against The borders Of the hospital bed Feel me frightfully Try to find My forgotten feet © 2014 Rachel Landes |
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