thoughts spiral
the crown, whirring and popping
images burned onto retina
upside and
deep where the scan glows red
blinking out a memory

why can’t this collection of neurons
forget her face
whose lips were accidentally,
sloughed off,
with that no longer quite sterile gauze?

she was meant to breathe

not breathing.

eclipsed sound
burst eardrums
made deaf and mute,
good as a knock-out punch
but worse
knowing it was coming,

not fair
to promise life
and give,
the end of everything

1Sagefemme All Rights Reserved 2016

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