Wyrd Ward

vivianimbriotis | March 26, 2025, 7:21 a.m.

This hospital is haunted

Drug-addled sea witches and seer liches congregate in every room

A writhing mass of flesh

It's hard to move; they press against you; they loom

I just want to finish my ward round

So I can sit in my halogen tomb but

They wail, they cry, they gnash their teeth!

They mess with the pressure support and PEEP

Everyone that dies here goes one of two ways

If they had enough morphine they dissolve

into sea foam and sunrays

Otherwise they cling to the walls for days

and climb into my nose and throat, and there they stay.


Possibly I am a bit sleepy deprived.

About Viv

Mid-twenties lost cause.
Trapped in a shrinking cube.
Bounded on the whimsy on the left and analysis on the right.
Bounded by mathematics behind me and medicine in front of me.
Bounded by words above me and raw logic below.
Will be satisfied when I have a fairytale romance, literally save the entire world, and write the perfect koan.