Red Balloons
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Photo by Denisse Leon on Unsplash |
Antiseptic.
The smell of alcohol clung in the air.
A cloud of white sheets filled the room with dread and despair.
A sea of strangers tending to lumps of bones and meat.
Some are killing time, while others are losing sleep.
Red balloons frozen in midair,
tied to hands of atrophied humans.
Telescopic implements inserted through ailing cavities.
Delaying the inevitable, but prolonging the suffering.
Ghosts floating from one ward to another,
losing patience and patients, trying to keep themselves together.
In the early hours of the day,
Death visits to take one or two away.
Cries peal out loud enough to wake the dead,
who are now being wheeled out to another steel bed.
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