yo, room smell like metal n bleach, hum deep in my teeth, beepin heartbeat speak grief through a static sheath, light twitch slow like it breathin beneath, machines gossip low whisper subtle bleeps, moonfairy half in the veil, eyes glazed with belief, floatin somewhere between bedrail and reef, scribblin shaky “need them waters please,” disbelief, letters lean left like the soul found relief, her pulse stutter waltz, ghost bartender chief, servin spirits from a world that’s deceased, she lift that air glass, tilt her peace, pour nothin but silence that still release. I write back, “yeah girl, two on the rocks,” she smile sideways, a halo in shocks, her grin glitch gold in the dripline knocks, time fold in the hum when the heart rate talks, half gone, half divine, jaw stitched with locks, eyes hum green in the sterile box, hands shake rhythm to the monitor knocks, and I swear she back spinnin vinyl in docks, ghosts sway where the walls should be, she serve em laughter, I pay that fee, in a notebook torn from the edge of me, each word an escape from Nullus watch her sleep whole in the ruins of flesh, rebuildin grace outta gauze and mesh, her face cracked porcelain, still refreshed, light bend round her like a cloaking vest, and I keep my cool though my chest compress, pray to the drip not to steal her breath, pray to the beeps not to spell her death, pray she don’t fade when she learns what’s left. nurse peek in with the quiet dread, mask smell sweet like sugar n lead, don’t see the bar that the fairy spread, don’t hear the grateful dead playing in her head, only tubes and graphs where she earned her bread, but Nullus see the truth while she dreaming instead. so I talk back low like a sermon slurred, voice all cracked from the smoke I heard, say “keep pourin that light, girl, serve that word,” and she nod like she know the absurd, like the pain ain’t real, just a dream deferred, and the glass she raise still half-preferred, and I play along cause her hope deserved, even when the truth too cruel to be stirred. room hum thick like the bassline cursed, every blink a loop, every breath rehearsed, and I sit there bleedin pride in reverse, watch her heal the whole Nullus writes back, “yeah girl, two on the rocks,” she smile sideways, a halo in shocks, her grin glitch gold in the dripline knocks, time fold in the hum when the heart rate talks, half gone, half divine, jaw stitched with locks, eyes hum green in the sterile box, hands shake rhythm to the monitor knocks, and I swear she back spinnin vinyl in docks, ghosts sway where the walls should be, she serve em laughter, I pay that fee, in a notebook torn from the edge of me, each word an escape from Nullus watch her sleep whole in the ruins of flesh, rebuildin grace outta gauze and mesh, her face cracked marble, still refreshed, light bend round her like a cloaking vest, and I keep my cool though my chest compress, pray to the drip not to steal her breath, pray to the beeps not to spell her death, pray she don’t fade when she learns what’s left. nurse peek in with the quiet dread, mask smell sweet like sugar n lead, don’t see the bar that the fairy spread, don’t hear the grateful dead playing in her head, only tubes and graphs where she earned her bread, but Nullus see the truth while she dreaming instead. so I talk back low like a sermon slurred, voice all cracked from the smoke I heard, say “keep pourin that light, girl, serve that word,” and she nod like she know the absurd, like the pain ain’t real, just a dream deferred, and the glass she raise still half-preferred, and I play along cause her hope deserved, even when the truth too cruel to be stirred. room hum thick like the bassline cursed, every blink a loop, every breath rehearsed, and I sit there bleedin pride in reverse, watch her heal the whole universe.
