See:
White walls surround me like a snake who is squeezing the
life out of me.
Everyone in scrubs, all different kinds; plain, animals,
princess’s
Everyone around me, hugging me
Taste:
The last cup of pudding he would ever give me
Salty tears as they pour down my face
Hear:
My tears are silent for I cannot speak but I hear others
wale in disbelief
The hum of my thoughts because I have blocked everything else
The heart monitor going flat.
My mother saying at least he was here for 7 birthday.
Touch/feel:
The cold floor beneath me
My warm hand holding onto to his cold touch
Death as it pours into the room like a faucet that you can't turn off
Smell:
Hospital food as it is taken out of his room
Latex gloves while the nurses unhook the machines
Baby lotion as I lean in and lay my little head on my grandpa’s
hand one last time
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