Rest

 

It’s in the blood they say

This will keep it from boiling over

Get some rest, stick out your tongue

I’ll be back in 4 hours with the anti-inflammation jab

When was your last bowel movement?

Your oxygen is low

Breathe through your nose, not your mouth

We can’t operate today

There was a fire in the heater room. Code Red.

All the things you love will kill you

Get some sleep

Wake up

We need to flush your IV

Do you know where you are

And why you’re here?

Doc wants to put compression cuffs on your legs

To keep the blood from clotting

You look tired

Are you tired?

Stage 4. Incurable.

Get some rest.

It’s the best thing for you.

   -KrossD (3/8/2025)

Insomnia

 

There’s a false siren at 2 am

It blares hot and white, metallic

As the bladder warms

I imagine the mass of cells

Speaking about me in code

 

I imagine them bragging

About how easy this will be for them

Once they’ve had their fun

To send one last jolting bellow

At 2 am,  just before my sundown

 

They’ll untie my earthly binds

Pause a beat as I begin to float

Then they’ll scatter like mites,

Cackling into the Douglas Firs

 

My eyes wide open for whatever hell

The heavens have in store

-KrossD (3/7/2025)