True Cut 7

All through a long, lonely, longing night’s vigil
  Jo is engulfed by a darkening ocean
    of grief, guilt and shame, swept
      out on a rip tide of rising despair

And Chrissie, bound fast to the mast of artificial
  respiration, evokes a desperate notion
    of the Hesperus, shipwrecked
      on the reefs of intensive care.

 

True Cut 7

 

 

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