by Toni Kief
Like a forgotten man on death row, each day is spent waiting for the inevitable. No longer counting hours, days or months, my existence is trapped in a starless night. Strange women awaken me each morning for no other reason than to gather dirty laundry. They roll me, medicate me and pump all my meals through a tube. I have no purpose, no direction, no hope and few dreams, just the passage of time. All of my control has been relinquished; I can no longer sit, and I don’t recognize my hands in the futile attempt to wipe a tear. My survival depends on the labor of others; I have no power to stop this ridiculous dance. No longer blessed with the luxury of movement and conversation, I scream to unhearing ears. Each hour I’m further separated from who I thought was me. All my secrets stripped…
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