May 29th, 2008.
Breathing. Seeing ghosts. Hallways. Nurses ghosts. Who's hands will my life be in today? Who cares? Beyond apathy. Beyond cliches. T.V. ghosts have long played this hideous charade to the dying. Locked in exile, hallucinating. Frying. Peeling away the days. Losing. Lose belt rear. I.V. itching like ants on a jock strap. Strapped in crying helpless out to you. But do you care?
Below are some pictures from my stay in the ICU. This is the dark side of the blog...
No comments:
Post a Comment