She woke up to a b e e p i n g
A constant b e e p i n g,
That sent her heart into overdrive.
She looked around and all she saw was
White.
“Maybe I died and this is heaven?” she thought
As she unplugged the drip from her arm.
She carefully swung her legs over and got up from her bed.
She tugged at her hospital gown – wrinkled and faded
And impossibly h e a v y.
“Maybe I grew wings?”
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Domesticated Angel
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