Hospital Hospitality
It was a cube of ice brushing slightly against my lips, the food for the broken, while needle in my vein was carrying the nutritional elements the food to keep me alive. For Spiritual guidance I was left alone, in a hospital where the white washed hallways throw medicated superiority, at every breathing body. I was left alone. Not wanting to know, I was forced to learn who my friends were and who weren’t. For alone we must pass the birth canal to be born and alone we must leave our bodies behind... Sign in to see full entry.