Trauma One No Clemency

She wanted to be sober,

but in order to do it she had to be drunk,

the hotel room stunk,

it was filled with flies,

as she stood staring into the bathroom mirror,

waxy white eyes,

attempting to free herself from life’s bindings,

there was no turning back,

there was no rewinding,

then the room went black,

there was so much pain,

and what exploded was a vein,

flooding the bathroom floor with blood,

it came to light when she made a fist,

and it was the biggest one on her wrist,

her eyes seared

her ghost feared,

screaming of the atrocity

committed on her flesh,

the wound was fresh,

but death was immune to the mute cry

for clemency that the ghost transmitted,

as it just watched the girl die.

 

The child’s blood pooled

on a fast moving gurney

then trickled onto the stone tile,

death would take a while,

trailing a line of crimson

through the corridors of the Emergency Room,

in the air there was a sense of doom,

the corridors were lit up bright,

but everything was very gloom,

as emotions were gripped tight,

hope was almost done,

it kept the spirits on the run,

as she was rushed into Trauma One,

a faint sign of life was detected,

the young girl’s comatose body

was probed and injected,

her family screams,

wishing this was just a nightmare,

or even dreams,

she was connected to a cluster of instruments

that flashed vital data on an amber screen,

then just like that,

hope was seen,

pink froth filled the plastic tube,

and for a moment the child would blink,

as a piece of lung was drained

into the metal sink,

Trauma One was the right place,

a bluish hue drained from her face,

hope was so thick

you could have cut it with a knife,

going in expecting death,

she came out with life.