Day 271 – The Last Few Grains

The hourglass sand is ticking
in the pit of my stomach, the last
few grains are trickling, I hold
my hand over the hole in me
to make sure nothing gets out
on the carpet, I can’t let them
see my disease, I can’t let them
talk me out of it, I can’t let them
figure out I could leak out at
any minute, empty out
all I have left to hang onto,
the last few grains I’m trying
to keep for me

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