She picks her foot off the shiny surface
Places on the wheel chair pad
Pushing herself forward
Wheels squeak inside the axel
Slide and whine on the hospital floor
Long and harrowing
Bumping into the doctor's leg
He bends down
He gives the bad news
A tear hits the vinyl
At first rounded on landing
Then flattened
By day's end a stain
forgotten unidentifiable
She spins the wheel chair around
Rides back to her cubicle
Some overwhelming spirit
Flickers inside of the light
Attempting morsecode to say
Relief and good fortune are on their way
The jealous aunt pulls the curtain
Flicks off the light
Reminds her sister on the stretcher
You were always a lot
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