Doctor who?

What do you do when a patient says you are in the business of angels?

Do we determine life and death?

All that lies between the woman on the bed and the box is a scalpel:

The fatal mistake.

How do you describe to someone how it feels to hold a brain in your hands?

Lovely ambition,

here you come.

Unexpected suicides tempting the fate of textbooks

newly orphaned four year old

spoons and spells

…Sometimes you are hopeless.

Pushed and pulled, broken down and stuck back together so many times you forget who you were.

Who you are.

In a place nobody can reach, you’re still you.

You’re a victim in a game of war.

Aid, can’t decide.

You have absolutely nothing, but you have something to give.

If you want to create, be prepared to live each day on your knees,

Because in the end,

I am a patient.