She lays there
Unmoving,
Surrounded by cords, her halo.
Alone,
Her eyes won't follow you:
Unseeing.
She stands in the other world
Crying,
Tethered here by a trach.
Restless;
Why won't he come see her
Dying?
Why won't he let her go
Peacefully?
She no longer lives
Vibrantly,
Mere blips on machines
Marching
Across the blackness:
Vitals
Of a woman who has died
But keeps on living.
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