At night was when you could hear it best. You can remember the screams shaking the hallways. You can remember the gasps of breath from your lungs begging to be released. You can remember the long and wornout and strenuous skreech of the monitor, never stopping, always moving, its propensity to declare an end. The end which you call death.
You've seen death before. You see death now, all around you. Brokenness is eminit. Pain is irreversible. Isolation is required. You can see death.
Decisions
14 years ago
