Atrophy Of SoundMature

 

Atrophy Of Sound

 

 

Three days

Is how long I have lived

Dormant

A prisoner to my bed

Unmoving

Machines hum my vitals

How long

Before the sound stops

Silence

Will be all that remains

Vacant

This bed will be

Briefly

Until someone new begins

To fade out

The End

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