I imagine her mother / Squeezing daughter’s limp hand / Silent tears
Anatomy is more than flesh and bone and blood. / It’s more than the donor and the scalpel teaching the student.
good morning, i’m the medical student / i must ask how you are feeling / even though my eyes already sting
Borborygmi: Rumbling or gurgling noises made by the movement of fluid and gas in the intestines.
A fog of emotions blankets the waiting room / Stress and anxiety, with some impending doom.
There is a straight line from / ordering an ultrasound to obtaining / clear cylinders of red blood cells.
Deadlines rush on, relentlessly. / Another email signed, / “Best regards.”
Studying blood clots / While I sit for hours on end / Affixing my own.
You’ve taken everything / Nothing is left
Screams. Tears. Despair. / A sense of sadness in the atmosphere.
The hospital room is / fair, square, sterile — / by its vapid / medical posters / and lusterless hospital tools.
Tears for the dead, tears for the living / who persist in this world that is so unforgiving