The Consulting Room
       

How is your breathing asked
the doctor and held the stethoscope
close to my heart
I had in mind another thing
a chill an open door      I seldom
act as a rat

Something buzzing over my head
was it enough
I appeared to be red on the screen
a muscle a short figure obsessed
with life sitting

there and nowhere else no breathing
likewise
I looked outside it was silent
and dark and I said
thank you doctor for telling me
that I am dead

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