The last day of a dying woman
They came at dawn
With white coats and pills for the pain
They whispered soothing words
Laying cool hands on her in comfort
They tried to tell her
That she’d survive, but their eyes…
They left leaving silence
Returning hourly they witnessed her dying
She lay still on a quiet bed
Slowly, clinically losing her battle
The morning moved away
And in the afternoon they came again
Sunlight
Accidentally fell through the window
The white walls
Watched as she lay
In the stillness, they touched her
Felt for her life and found nothing
Her eyes
Stared far into darkness
As, closing the blinds,
They left for the last time
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