Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Microstories: Post Op

Strange, alien tubes, heavy with fluid, pull at the skin where they are stitched into place. Each drop from the IV pushes me further into the mattress. My eyelids are cumbersome, closing once more. 

I gratefully fall back into the comforting darkness.

1 comment:

  1. When you open your eyes and take after the side road, you generally discover an amaze. microSTORIES discusses stories met on these derails.


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