Room Enough

With her back bent, and her eyes closed,

she is lost in a sea of blankets.

She says, and hears, nothing.

.

But still, she is lovingly brought,

The wheels of her chair turn,

As she takes hers.

.

In silence

A small island of aged skin is found

Yet there’s room enough – for her

.

To finally, fully feel,

The point of it all –

In the jab of a needle.


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