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A shadow in bed
covers crunching me
just the wheeze of breathing
and the steady ticking of machinery
as alien liquid battles with blood.
Seeps into my body
hurting me for my own good.
With fading eyes I stare
as if the wallpaper will change
or fly, or open into some new place.
And I am aware more than ever before
of my persistent heartbreak.