hospitals

31.

i hate it.

how everything is

perfectly clean and white;

how the sterile air burns

the inside of my nose.

i hate how

this building can go on with routine

while machines are unplugged

and visiting hours are soaked in tears.

i hate the paradox within these walls;

where life could simultaneously

start and end

in the same day.

i hate the calm, friendly service

of a businesses so crowded with ache

and splattered with blood stains

of complete strangers.

i hate the way

walking through the still hallways

speeds my heartbeat, powered by worry.

i hate the way

they're all dressed in white

to coat the true nature of their work.

i hate their cold hands

and monotone statements

that could simply

turn your life upside down

in a split second.

perhaps this is my fear

of living and losing to death,

perhaps i just truly despise

hospitals.

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