The stifled sounds
Drowned commotion past the doorway
Vocals from mobile bodies
That idle in the hallway
The sterile walls above my head
Encapsulated.
The stationary figure
Idle in bed
Metal machines
Thick plastic tubing
Highlighted by the one shard of sunlight
That divides the room
Late afternoon
Carefully she lay
To the beat of the medical
metronome Suffocating.
The sheets that blanketed her body
Forced alive
All hours awake