In A Sterile Room

I originally wrote this for creative writing class. Constructive criticism is welcomed. :)

I don’t like laying in bed anymore

It reminds me of when I almost died.

Hard bed, monitors beeping

In a sterile room.

With strangers coming and going.

Strangers that tell me I am going to live.

Strangers that tell me I am going to die.

I don’t like to sleep anymore

It reminds me of when hell’s flames lapped at my fingertips.

Sweaty, thirsty, dying

In a sterile room

With strangers coming and going.

Strangers that stoked the flames.

Strangers that put relief just out of reach.

I don’t like to close my eyes anymore

It reminds me of the nightmares.

Fading, thrashing, crying

In a sterile room.

Strangers undressing me.

Strangers taking from me.

Minutes turned to days,

Days turned to weeks,

Weeks turned to months.

I was fading

In a sterile room.

Like a switch

Air flowed.

Like a switch

Blood flowed.

Like a switch

Life flowed.

Life flowed 

In a sterile room.