The time vanished into a depth of an IV bag

Stale as the words that to me still rested on

my doctors tongues

waiting to crush my world into saltine crumbs

easy and quick

My life returned to the sterile hospital beds

and the lack of privacy given by the nurses 

who every hour checked to see if your heart

was still beating with the same pain

My childhood squeezed into syringes and 

pain patches

as the dostared at my battle wounds

ooing and awwing at the one of a kind kid-

GAstroparesis is like potato peels curling in the depths of my stomach with no way out

Only ginger ale bubbles and worn out 

childhood memories

The stars that danced to the tunes of my life now observe with pity

But I wouldnt change it for anything