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Drip, drop, I feel it on my forehead
as I lie in my hospital bed, my mind adrift.

As I open my eyes,
I see a spiderweb of veins centered overhead.

Frozen in fear,
I cannot help but stare.

I look left.
I look right.
Still full of fright.

I see two figures slowly sit up
and turn to look at me.

Is this truly what I see?

No mouths, no noses, no eyes,
only faces covered in flesh.

My strength tested to its best.

I fear to close my eyes and rest.

It's not the pain I cannot take;
the doc slips me another Dilaudid 8