the laboratory was on the second floor
of Helen Pearl's hospital.
wedged in between the morgue and the file room
I'd walk back and forth past snack food machines,
pacing through hallways filled with identical doors,
metal railing and stainless steel.
I'd imagined the patients there.
The rooms quiet of the those who lie still, attached to machines for support of life,
or those who simply would not wake.
I'd returned shortly to my small workroom,
lined with labeled vials and unused test tubes waiting to be evaluated
while ignoring the constant shutting noise of doors on either side of me.
Files being sorted and resorted, and bodies being removed and resumed
Its taunting, daunted on me
Why I was so significantly placed here beteween these two
and why these .....
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