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Poetry

 The Descent

Prestige has a short half-life; my quiet presumption of permanence, of admiring hums in bright rooms, fell away without ceremony. The world dimmed, momentum drained from days. My life’s scaffolding collapsed: small fractures widened into […]
Poetry

In a Place

In a room with the person I trust the most, I sit in the chair with a look of confusion. I only know a few of the words, They are coming at me so fast, […]
Poetry

Midnight Call

Such excitement and nervous anticipation for my first time providing nursing assistance during the night shift. Right as I clock in, the surgical ward is bustling  with nurses and doctors completing their rounds. Now, as […]