We go back into the hospital, tomorrow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow they carve into us, for the seventh time. They bring us back, disoriented and shaking. Without a shadow, we aim our wheelchairs straight into this; pain upon pain upon pain.
But none of this, excruciating and screaming it may be, compares to the emotional pain we felt in another life.
From the ashes, like an eerie silent battlefield,
DP
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