The last of the words I have dripped out of me through the IV in 3 min intervals in that cold, white room. Your concerned smile, floating in the haze above me, but when I woke up to push the button, again, I was old and you were no where to be found.
noirin:
i can only suggest a toffee apple, i will make you one and post it if you like
historyteller:
Ode to Dying Painfully in a Sterile Room" ?