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The tangle of tubes that’s kept Chrissie alive
for the past seven days, now scares her to death:
the nasogastric sucks like a translucent leech,
while the feed line steadily fills her, with fear.
Catheter, monitor, CVP, art line,
and the tracheostomy that allows her to breathe,
still, cruelly, stifles her speech,
and smothers the words that she’s fighting to share.
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