Beds on wheels,
Phones on walls,
IVs everywhere,
Stuffed animals hide in plain sight,
Needles in my arm,
Animals on the walls,
Lemon scent,
Fresh linen,
Warm blankets,
Vomit on the sheets,
Blood on the walls,
Pain in my eyes,
Just another number lost,
This is where people come to die,
I’m just fighting for another day.