There is a florescent light in the ceiling tile that connects to the cinderblock wall that connects to the amber tile floor that reaches the foot of your plain bed that holds your aching body. There is a nurse by your side that touches your shoulder and a doctor at your feet shaking his stern cold head.

There’s a butcher knife between your shoulder blades and a fork between your legs. There’s a spoon in your throat and tooth picks pricking your eyes ‘til they overflow and drip onto your gown. There’s a hard plate against your forehead that holds the weight of their judgment and there’s a mixer on the table where he’s grinding your heart. There’s a bracelet on your wrist that scratches scars into your arm. There’s another person in the room.

There’s a skeleton hanging from the ceiling and it has teeth and bones so familiar. There’s a phone in its hand that’s awaiting anxious news and there’s heartbreak in its empty face. There are clothes that fell from its bones and onto your bed and there’s the doctor leaving the room. There’s the plate against your head. There’s the fork between your legs. There’s the spoon in your throat, shoveling. There’s the skeleton that stares without eyes at your clothes on your bed. There are your hands that move from your eyes to your breathless mouth holding your grinding teeth to your empty chest to the fork between your bleeding legs.

There are your hands that shove the plate of judgment on your forehead to the ground, pry out the fork and the toothpicks and the butcher knife. There are your hands that empty the mixer and fill your chest. There are your feet that reach the floor and shuffle. There are your hands that pull ‘til your clothes are on and cover it all. There is your skeleton hanging from the ceiling that connects to the cinderblock walls that connect to the window that looks out to the sunrise. There is still a life for you to bring light to.

Namaste, Laura Marie XO

March 24, 2013 – This was from probably the toughest time I’ve been through. Tragedy is always an opportunity for growth, expansion, and freedom…trust it, take it, and then God’s grace will take over your being.

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