I could hear the tossing and turning, at various points throughout the night, although I did my best to ignore it every time I was conscious of it. I furrowed my brows and tried to will myself back to sleep. I could tell my body was just surviving at this point, I was low on gas in the tank. I felt delirious and the warm haze of something helping me through, holding my hand in the dark hospital ro...

“I need to confess something”

“Jesus Christ what the hell”

“I must confess”

“Oh phew, it’s the guy next to me in that hospital bed, not a demon”

“I am”

“Is he asleep?”

“A DEMON”

*wakes up creepily and stares into other characters soul with red eyes*

“HOLY QUACAMOLE!”

“RAGHAH”

“THIS IS HARASSMENT!”

“HARGHAH”

“I DO NOT GIVE YOU CONSENT TO DO THIS TO ME”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”...

All I see is black. I can only feel pain as I take each breath. I gain the strength to open my eyes. “Where am I?” I say. My throat is dry, and it hurts to speak.

I see a nearby nurse walk towards me. “Oh Miss Shelby, you’re awake! It’s alright, you’re at the hospital.” I try to sit up, worry filling my face. “But what about my restaurant?! My business!” I cough, my throat can’t take this. I need...

pressure cooker has a

dynamic personality

noise I can’t hear

skeleton corporeality

in my wasted youth I ate

hydraulic, in reality

(just another nothing hoarder)

just another hoarder to fear

swedish death cleaning, skinny

i’m back in the hospital

reframe bullshit I try to make

libido for mosquitos

when’s the last time I got tanned?

so fun fact, im always here

oh roommate, am I crazy yet?

or, t...

The rhythmic beeping of the machine next to me is both simultaneously irritating yet comforting. I never want to hear the beep again but the consistency of the sound also gives me something to hold onto. Especially during these sleepless nights.

The curtains are drawn and the only light I have is the red flashes from the same machine beeping beside me. Visiting hours ended a while ago so my friend...

Terry Gregory sat with his father Tim, as he died.

He sat silently, in the cold and desolate hospital room. The only light coming from the small bedside lamp, the beeps of his heart monitor being the only sound. The beeps grew further and further apart, with each passing second.

He should have been there more. He figured that every kid thought this when it came time to say goodbye, but deep d...

I had surgery on my elbow this morning, so my doctor wanted me to stay in the hospital overnight for observation. I was put in a room with a stabbing survivor. She was nice, really quiet, so we didn’t talk very much.

Different members of my family visited over the course of the afternoon, but she didn’t have anyone visit her at all. It was strange, but I decided not to linger on her problems whe...

Sitting up in this creaky hospital bed is hard. The mattress is tricky. I tried to remember why I got here, and who these people are that say they are my family.

People keep telling me I got hit by a speeding bus on highway 139, but I don’t even remember what or where highway 139 is.

The side of my face has a tire mark along it, so it must have been some kind of automobile.

But I don’t know whet...

“Thanks,” I say to the nurse, putting on I’m reapplying my bandages over my nasty cut.

An older man came in today, is in a bed beside me, behind one of those curtains that separate the beds in a hospital. He was out cold, and kept muttering but all of it incoherent. I turned on the news in hopes to drowned out his voice.

“Was found murdered, in his own home, it's said he was stabbed-“ I turned ...

It's the fifth time within an unbroken 40 days that I lay ridden to this bed. It was a right ulnar fracture 2 years prior from a clumsy and much humiliating incident I shall dare not mention, and to cater to resurfacing torment of the abhorrent sensation of pain, a gift had befell in the pill of the poppy. Not once before had I been made aware of its existence; hence once I felt the unrivaled eu...