2:32 PM.
My heart is heavy and my thoughts are strong.
He squeezes my arm to take my blood pressure.
I can feel my heartbeat in my arm.
He's talking but I only hear vibrations.
Now it's 2:32 PM.
I can't breathe.
This isn't real.
What the fuck am I doing here?
What have I done?
Then I saw her.
Him, no her.
Her eyes make me melt into my chair.
She brings life to this dead hospital smell.
Our eyes meet briefly.
Chills take down my spine.
She disappears into her room.
I think it will be okay now.
It's 2:35 PM
ESTÁS LEYENDO
if you remember me, send me a postcard sometime.
Poesíahere's just a bunch of mini poems/ phrases that have meaning to me and make zero sense to anyone else or whatever to describe the past year for me.
