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Drip drop I feel on my forehead as I lay in my hospital bed.
I open my eyes to see a spider web of veins centered over head.
Frozen in fear I cannot help but stare.
I look left; I look right, still full of fright.
I see two people slowly sit up and turn to look at me.
Is this truly what I see?
No mouth nor nose and eyes, a face covered with flesh.
My strength tested to the best.
I fear to close my eyes and rest.
It’s not the pain I cannot take; the doc slips me another dilaudid 8.