I guess I can't have it my way, McAsshole. It's always your way, right away. Only thinking inside the bun. I was lovin' it for a while. But sometimes you've got to break the rules. I thought we were making it great again and again. Always said to loosen up a little. But now I'll live and learn now that my tastes have grown up. The fire's ready for you to walk right into. I'd love to see you smile, but I've changed my mind. What you want is what you get and you wanted everything but me. You got thirty minutes, how fast can you pack??
I know how this should be: I've seen it, you see, In soap operas, Movies. Your eyes are closed, As if in sleep. Perfect peachy skin Atop a snow white pillow Under flawlessly matched sheets. The heart monitor, Quiet bleeps. The ventilator, A steady hiss. None of that is this. Your eyes Stuck open Seeing without sight Yellow sclera Dumb tears streaming. Tubes, taped to your face Delicate skin torn Where nurses Repositioned them To feed you To heal you You never liked being told What to do. Your whole torso spasms Spastic, Every 40 seconds. A machine Forces your lungs to act. Your hands are warm From hemodialysis But don't respond When we each grab one Give it a kiss. We spend the day Brushing your hair Telling stories Singing songs. Praying prayers. You're not there. Hospital staff Are more lovely If less pretty Than on TV. When the time comes They gently walk us From the room Close the curtai...
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