Poetry · Writing

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Kicking and screaming

cheeks turning red

boiling in human hands.

 

Red and blue lights flashing

peaking through the window.

 

Rocky earths usually forgotten

were taken the entire trip.

 

Shrieks through the busy halls

echoing in shallow stalls.

 

The working nurse asked a simple question.

She looked at him

and him at her

and they both knew.

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