bleach

February 2, 2018
By Cloemoon BRONZE, Gilford, New Hampshire
Cloemoon BRONZE, Gilford, New Hampshire
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the smell of peroxide burns into my lungs
as soon as i step through the revolving doors
entering an unknown room full of unfamiliar faces
a woman bawls while a baby cries
men in white coats rush down the long stretch
lined with many doors along both sides of the blanched walls
i follow a woman with beige hair and pasty scrubs
down the fluorescent tunnel
until we come to the only open entryway

a motionless man lies under indigo sheets
with a mask covering his mouth
clear liquid drips through a tube
while neon lines pulsate on a screen
the rusty fan spits out warm air
that reeks of bleach

and without a warning
the monitor begins beeping uncontrollably
and in a blur i am whisked away


The author's comments:

When I was younger, my father's lung collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. Being a young girl, I was unaware of what was actually happening, but what I remember the most is the distinct smell and environment of the hospital. Everything was clean, almost too clean. While all the doctors and nurses rushed around trying to help patients and comfort people mourning. 


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