4.1 You stood by me as the doctors removed the tubes,
holding my hand as tears slid down my face as the
monitor faded to a close.
Cradling my body as my heart stopped,
the air in my lungs dissolving as I fell to the
tile and lay motionless.
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Hollow
Short StoryThe story of who she was before she stumbled into the bar one night and placed herself upon a reserved stool. © 2016, Christine Marie.
