My Brain has been so fried with school i cant remember if I posted this piece (pretty sure I haven't)

I don’t wanna die of old age
Have the last thing I do make love to an I.V
If I knew a synonym for the word fuck
I would use it
So instead I just want to fuck him
Make him understand what it feels like to be in control



They look like sedated free slaves
No though of where they are going
Sleep like death Penalty
They are consultants of demise


He wipes the blood away from a leaking I.V
As if thinking of the daughter’s hair he may never stroke
Or the tanner oil he may never smell from the inside of his son’s baseball glove
It continues to leak and the memories pour to the beat of each drip


“Doctor, Doctor-why are you avoiding me he silently yells”
Like a baby with a immune system aging backwards


He is frail


Waiting for the patient to close palms like a disciple
The doctor doesn’t even cut a stare
Like a fed up wife who has already printed the papers
The decisions is made
We are sinners of love
There is no room for relationships here
His family doesn’t even know he’s been admitted


Like a dead body in the morgue
He’s waiting to be claimed


This lady reminds me of my grandmother
(all old ladies do)
Resistant because fright defeats love
Her daughter watches reminding me of my mother
The only one that can speak without protest
She’s afraid the cosigning has taken her on a guilt trip
Foe now she understands that her mother is just a prehistoric woman
Hurting from a lost love
And the only closure she has is an empty house in a homeland where survival is no longer her possession