voices

voices swim through my thoughts

"maria?"

"Maria!?!?"

"oh god, maria!"

"stay with me"

"step back ma'am"

"breathe!"

" 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.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

a rude noise disrupts my sleep.

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

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

"mmmmmaaaaaaarrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiaaaaaaaaaaa"

the last voice was more of a shrill scream.

it startled maria.

 

 

she opened her eyes.

The End

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