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light blinding her
squeezed shut
trying to push
lungs too tired
to work so hard...
to breathe

nurses in dresses
and hats with
wing tips
and calm voices
and eyes the color
of water
she was too tired
to sip
and hands like milk
she could not drink

rooms sterile
with cold air
carts with wheels
promising relief from
the hiss and wheeze
from airways grip

sheets covering
thin brown body
too small
for her height
shivering beneath
warmed blankets
like snow covering
in a room filled
with tubes

like the sea
and the nurses
and the doctors
and the sheets
and the ceiling
and the walls
and everything else
to keep her
in a sea
of cold
like ice
in the ocean
of all white.


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