The clock said two, but it was only one. Sunday 160

Endless twilight

the bed sat up

the man stood down

tubes flushed:

food impasse

across a sterile tabletop

lesions grew

while the clock on the wall

ate the fellow raw.


(This is a Flash Fiction poem in 160 characters, spaces included.  The challenge is hosted by Monkey Man HERE. Try it yourself, and let us both know!
I am still trying to express the struggle of facing cancer and the ravages of chemo and prolonged hospitalization many patients experience.  Pray for this 30 year old.