A child,
Laying in a hospital bed,
She looks out the window,
To see the world outside,
She walks to the window,
Pulling the IV drip with her,
Her legs have started to waste away,
As her entire body,
She watches the busy cars in the street,
The women with the long hair,
The beautiful hair...
She shakes her head and reaches toward the night stand,
Grabbing the scratchy cloth she knew all to well,
Her mind fading into old habits,
She ties the bandana and starts to walk out of her room,
Not knowing if today will be her last day,
She walks through the corridors,
Nodding politly to every nurse that walks by,
She makes it to the lunchroom,
And she sits there at a table against the wall,
She reaches for a book on the two way book shelf that leads into a waiting room,
She pulls out one about religion,
She reads and inhales until a nurse comes,
Bringing pills and syringes along with water and a cookie,
"You honestly think i can hold that down?"
"Hun, I'm sure you can!"
So she takes the pills, nurse draws blood, she eats the cookie and drinks the glass of water...
