Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Numbers

I live in a prison of numbers

I turn patient's pain into profit

I turn superstitions into safety

Numbers rule my mind

I can't escape them

They run nonstop back and forth in between my thoughts

They choke me in my sleep

They control me

Eat me alive

I want to run but where can I go

They.

Are.

Everywhere.

My work

My home

My mind

My soul

My sleep

They run through my blood, pump inside of my heart

My entire being is built off of numbers

So here I sit

Putting in diagnosis codes

Counting the bounces of my leg

Praying silently to myself in 3's

Wishing beyond anything that even for a moment I could get away from these numbers