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sterile
Category: Poems
the nurses are sterile. white walls attack me from each side. the machine beeps twice every second. they make me take something. it takes a while, but it seems to hurt less. i never thought it, but maybe they can fix me.
everything's growing sterile. the nurses don't smile anymore. even if they do, why would i notice? the walls are the same. no flowers appear, but why does that matter? obviously, my life doesn't.
i'm so f***ing sterile. i've become just as pale as the walls. there are no flowers in my room or in my mind. the beep of the machine won't bring me back. i'll tell them i'm fine, they'll let me go. and so will i.
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