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[aid] => mick
[title] => night life
[time] => 2004-01-03 08:18:01
[hometext] => just a perspective of where i work after 18 nights in a row
[bodytext] => seemingly dark forever in the back of a buliding in shambles inhaling the silent poison that no longer calms my nerves the incandescent flood light hums me to insanity the moth slapping at my too pale face tickles yet i want to scream "stephanie," i cringe, "stephanie, it's time to go in" the scream is put on hold again door sirens wail "close it already" as i try to roll unoiled barrels down an all tile hall somewhere in the lobby a woman is screaming barely audible through her husk of a mouth "MY BABY!" and then she chokes on her sobs it's 4 a.m. and all the lights are on fast forward into motion as we pull them out of bed i never thought to make a bed could drive you to crying but each bed holds a name for only so long another scream this time for momma and from the other direction a soft sickening thud as someone hits the floor running everyones running didn't know we could all run so fast blood, everywhere there's blood weak pulse, but he's not breathing "get the cart, now!" more footsteps is it me? as i clock out i'm crying this wasn't my relative but then, his relatives didn't know how to fix his bed, just so his relatives didn't know he liked a new joke first thing in the morning his relatives didn't hold his hand when he had pnemonia no i wasn't his relative but i was his family [comments] => 3 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 43 [informant] => stitches [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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