why do we live? do we struggle in vain / for the dream of a world, of a life without pain? / we suffer in spades, without cause, without gain
Her grip on my hand is tight. Almost as tight as the elastic on the oxygen mask stretched across her face, digging furrows into her thin, sallow skin.
At first, my heart pauses: frozen from shock. / But, within a few seconds, I start to take stock.
Like most times on call, the day had been busy. / I’d been running in circles, my head in a tizzy.
twenty-two nights you kept me awake. i counted / them last night, counted them as i lay on my bed with / eyes propped open, trying everything i could to