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Runcible Spoon

heart logo Marc Darnell

             Room 513

 

Her condition made her

mutter, convulse and coil,

and her next of kin were

on edge, politely cruel,

 

most waiting in the hall

for her essential signature--

just a ragged fish, after all,

and a good weekend spoiler.

 

She scribbled just hours shy

of a Salisbury steak supper,

pickled in concentrated pee

 

as the loved ones left slowly,

but not too slowly, leaving her

writhing in a thickening sea.