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Empty Room
Empty room, empty chairs along the walls, echoing silence,
I wait.
Alone.
Fluttering wings of my hands, Sahara of my mouth,
pounding prisoner of my chest.
Worrying.
Slow time of the clock-tick, tick-the need for something to happen.
Dazed.
What am I doing here? Is this a dream?
Not real.
Last time I was here was when I was born.
Now,
I feel as if I am dying…
Slowly.
Beeping of machines, whirring of wheels on a bed
in the hallway.
Beep. Beep.
Reminds me why I’m here—I panic.
Must leave.
Flashback to the call, urgent voice, engine of my car, double
the speed limit.
Click.
Door opens, I stand, woman walks in.
Hoping…
Sweat on her forehead, red blood on her white gloves.
Horror.
Not happening. Not happening.
Helpless.
No words spoken, no words needed; eyes tell all.
Silence.
Unwanted sympathy, tears of rain, howls of wolf to pale moon,
shrieking of heart, nothing I can do.
Pain.
The clock no longer ticks; my river of life has ceased to flow.
Sobs.
Thump of knees, face wet, blurred colors, disappearing world.
The end.
Empty room,
empty chairs,
empty heart,
dying soul.
Alone.
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