local anesthetic
BayLeaf Wilson
i sit in a hospital bed
with the first cries of thunder
begging for company in this cold cell
i sit in a hospital bed
with my veins throbbing
wishing time could restart again
i sit in a hospital bed
with my heart steaming
nurses with their eyes glued together
i sit in a hospital bed
with my IV bag empty
cursing the needle; cold and unsweet
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