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Dec 16, 2014 05:13

Sudden onset of severe gastronomical
Distress. Naval piercing discovered.
But she had bigger problems than that right
Now. 'Am I going to die?'
Such melodrama.

She finds herself warded.
For precaution they say. When you're
Not a girl but not yet a woman,
You sleep with the children.

Come and go they do.
The children.
Playful. Cheerful. Weepy. Quiet.
Come and go they did.
Her own discharge imminent.

Come and go they will.
All except ward 1 bed 1.
Who seemed admitted an eternity.
Frail, pail, balding with a
Smile.

She watches the children come and go.
Who give her stares that hurt her so.
One little boy toddles up to her
The Ward quietens from it's stir.

'Excuse me jie jie. Are you dying?'
Silly boy. Too young to see.
This side of heaven, it's plain to me.
Aren't. We. All. Dying?
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