Poetic License

One wild ride

June 13, 2020

Corridors

Bald heads bobbing

along the long corridors, diverting

To rows, into cubicles, nodding

To the RNs, making

Small talk while turning

From the bags

That hold

The poison.

Posted by:

Jude

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A writer and solitary soul in the mountains of Western North Carolina.