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.
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.