When It Stopped

The walls were white
like the life
had been bleached
right out.
The air was sterile,
she choked
on the stuffy feel of clean.
The steady beeps,
in the too small room.
The tubes and wires
looked like snakes
to squeeze out
her mother’s life
rather than something
to help her hang on.
When the beeping stopped,
she could feel her ears ring,
and she prayed
for the beeps again.

Prompt: She longed for the beeping


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