Death’s Door

Original Writing

When you’re at death’s door, and the IV drips are embedded into your veins, with each drop transporting me into another world, suddenly you’ve never seen as many prayers and tears inside one building. A hospital ward becomes a church, and the short unpredictability of life all comes into place.

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