People Do Not Come With a Pre-Determined Expiration Date She lay dying.
The hospital room was quiet. No impromptu harmonies of
beeps
alarms
CRYING
someone yelling “S T A T.”
It was quiet in a disappointing way. The shell of a woman and the family gathered round in a false portrayal of intimacy.
This is how a life ends.
People Do Not Come With a Pre-Determined Expiration Date
She lay dying.
The hospital room was quiet. No impromptu harmonies of
beeps
alarms
CRYING
someone yelling “S T A T.”
It was quiet in a disappointing way. The shell of a woman and the family gathered round in a false portrayal of intimacy.
This is how a life ends.
