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.
This one is deep. The clock eating the fellow raw. That draws quite an image. Thanks for playing. Loved this.
ReplyDeleteWow! Dianne, this piece really got to me... perhaps because of my fear of hospitals. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI liked it. Clock eating him raw.
ReplyDeletesomething fishy
This is powerful, and very sad. I instantly imagined Kaposi's Sarcoma.
ReplyDeleteapt poem,
ReplyDeletelove your 160 treat.
My Sunday 160
that last part about the clock (time) eating him...ouch...that one stung...nice write..great 160...
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh. I'm a nurse and the visuals were so strong. Very powerful 160. I pray for your health, Dianne.
ReplyDeleteYou ARE Fab Di....
ReplyDeleteFab Di.
This is unbelievably good - especially to have been written from a prompt. You have taken those words are given them power.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't get much more brutally clear than this without actually being there.
ReplyDeleteOhmygod, why haven't I been reading you lately? Powerful.
ReplyDeletexo
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