Silence
The room is dark and cold. And silent.
By Alexis RogersPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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The room is dark and cold.
And silent.
Not a sound to be heard but the beeping of the monitor,
and the slow,
shallow
breaths
of the patient.
The blue and cream walls closing in
on a life that was well lived.
The hangs decorations the
equipment like from wall,
sending an eerie shiver
throughout the entire room.
The footsteps on the tiled floor
echo throughout the neverending hallway,
becoming increasingly louder
as they creep closer to the door.
The beeping of the monitor
racing faster than a marathon runner and
buzzing louder than the sound of the shoes in the hallway.
The doctors race through the doorway,
as death creeps around the corner.
The patient takes an
abrupt,
shallow,
inert
breath.
And then,
silence.
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