voices swim through my thoughts



"oh god, maria!"

"stay with me"

"step back ma'am"


" we're losing her!"

the voices swim through my head,

fading in out of focus,

like my radio,

my radio.

my head settles warmly on this thought.


a rude noise disrupts my sleep.

"she's flatlined!"
" get the stomach pump!"

"this one doesn't want to be saved....."


the last voice was more of a shrill scream.

it startled maria.



she opened her eyes.

The End

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