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I don't care much for hospitals.
Hospitals are places people go to be poked, pinched, and plastered back together again.
Hospitals are hollow and empty, no souls linger there, even after death. The dead despise them as much as I do.
I never went to see her, not that I didn't want to. I desperately wanted to. But, not there. Her soul disappeared into the morning air and never looked back. Hospitals are places people go to visit the shells of people they once knew or loved. I suppose I really didn't want to remember her that way. Hooked to machines, to keep her breathing....kept in a medical induced coma--as if that made things better.
Hospitals are places people go for handouts on organs, the same as the government dependent people expect handouts from their reps who try to pass them off as independent people. A line of people wait on a list, expecting organs, organs from her...
Silly of me to think that her death could be less rushed. Barbarians. I hate hospitals. Hospitals are places people go and never come out of, they are dissected and repurposed for someone else.
Hospitals scare me, and I can't help it, I just am, no matter how irrational that is.

Quake part 5

Honestly, I was buried alive. Millions were buried, but somehow I was saved, saved by someone who was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was fine, just fine with dying. I  could accept dying at home in the home I kew as a child---where my mother rocked me to sleep, where dad would pat my head while leaving to work, and years later when Lucca would make me breakfast and where my brother would chase me around the house. I was so tired, I couldn't fight anymore.

Yet, some part of me kept fighting, it heard the voices, and so my breathing continued. Some people talk about the survival instinct, not sure how much I believe in that stuff, who would want to survive to this state of humanity, I sure didn't. I was destined to die the long and hard way out. But, Damn it, I just wouldn't die!

Weightless

I dreamed of sand castles so you built me an ocean
with coast to coast beaches so that i could sculpt my sand.
I breathed in wildflowers so you chased down every seed in the providence
 to build me a meadow, so that i could chase the scent.
I wished for starry nights where i was less lonely
so you chased down the moon and caught it in a jar.
 where it remained no bigger than your thumb.
You gave me everything and i never asked you just knew.
You knew i longed for flight so you built me wings or paper towns and mason jars
so that the sun reflected fractal forms of light....
you gave me wings to carry me to my dreams.