Internal Warfare (Dedicate to my grandfather who died from leukemia)

Voices and ventilators echo,

Through suffocating hallways,

As I walk in a long beige coat,

My hair a shoddy bun.

 

Skin transparent,

Veins blue,

Blood burning,

Clawing to my center,

As each breath becomes labored.

 

Bracing the railing of white walls,

While white-coated people

Whisper about me, glancing over

 Into my dreary russet eyes.

 

Test after test,

Every day for eight years,

I have been pacing,

Crumbling into ashes,

Till I breathed,

My last breath.

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