Sirens shriek, hush asphalt veins.
Monitors hum—a lullaby for the still.
Sheets conceal, shroud the unbreathing.
Forceps and scalpels,
Branded with scarlet—
Ghosts of a final caress.
Crimson sacks swell,
Ballooning with discarded caresses.
Kleenex castles crumble,
On chilled vinyl seas.
Kneecaps kiss oak,
Pew wood drinks salt.
Vacancy reigns,
Steel slabs grow hushed.
Light dims, surrendering to dusk.
What remains,
But the unyielding echo of absence.
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