Tuesday, May 6, 2014

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Her brain stutters
Pulled from sleep
Relentless pain
Forcing her awake

Pills and cold packs
Sitting quietly in darkness
Distracted by stories
Her only choice to wait

Wait for the swelling to subside
Wait for the pills to kick in
Wait for the relief which may not come
Wait to return to the healing bliss of sleep

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