The smell of antiseptic and disinfectant is the best part of the day.
The drab floors and flourescent lighting are making my eyes hurt.
Pain fills my entire body as I shift around the waiting room chair.
Thirsty, throat sore, mouth dry as the Sahara.
Ah.... finally the sound of my last name echoing down the hall.
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Hope Martin
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Hidden Chapter: Spirit Sister With The Seafoam Scales
I vividly remember the day I met Yuki’s Spirit Sister. As I approached her quarters in the palace ground, I saw a deep dark blue dragon fly off into the sky from the large field beyond her mansion. I waited at the gate while one of her guards notified her of my arrival and my eyes followed him as his long serpentine body lazily drifted into the air.
By Hope MartinExclusive • about a year ago
Comments (4)
You've captured the feel of the ER waiting room quite well with this poem.
Perfect description of a medical environment.
Oh, this really works! I want to know more after this sensory ride!
Well that perfectly summed up the experience!! I felt relief at that last line, lol. Great one, Hope :)