Fluffy pillows caress cheeks, Soft, warm blankets envelope divots, Frigid air tickles exposed skin, Eyelids hang heavy, morning light creeps in, Blurry lines, then certain objects. I do not want to get up. A cocoon, safe and familiar – Begins to shake, begins to stir. Spiny protrusions double then crack, Searing pain shoots down …
Gold flecked eyes, wild and tired – A simple word: “Quiet.” Old, dirty rags envelope hope, crying Waves pushing and shoving unrelenting, rocking Falling forward, falling back, swaying with the murky sea I want to go home. Home? Shall I climb through the sailor’s wardrobe, and see if Aslan should await me? Swollen feet pressed …
A small bird perched on a stone fence, It’s song is simple yet it sticks, like the snow Sprinkled thickly on the ground, Carried across the farm lined with stark bare trees, A gust of wind brushes against Your neck, grey skies, a pair of dark eyes. Deep blue painted and brilliant yet Blanketed …
frosted fingertips trace distance along my spine, inching through snow a paralysis in time, as I’m less inclined, grisly anchors sink ancient stones bind. mending callosotomies, mistakes were made indeed, unfolding into problems, see their skin bleed, coverups in veils, a word cannot be said, but I know what you did, I know that …
A great despair rushed through me, like a river breaks a dam, it’s how a look can pull you, your reassuring hands. The daggers that you cast, your predatory streak, wring their necks for me, bring colour to my cheeks. Trapping hearts for desire, soft exchanges, beaming light, can I tie you down? …
I once walked onto my shift seeing 5 security guards sitting on a patient. I heard his screams first. He was yelling, “I’m going to fucking kill you!” Over and over again. I know this might sound dramatic, I know it might sound absurd. But as I loaded my belongings …
I think most would agree with me when I say that nobody could have anticipated how the year 2020 would unfold. I think front-line nurses would agree even more that this year has been one of the most challenging of their entire careers. Nursing is an incredibly difficult profession to get …
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When I first got into nursing I really didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I remember the summer of Grade 12, contemplating what my next move was going to be. There seemed to be this pervasive idea emanating from my parents and from my high school that science degrees were superior and would …
Steamy, bubbly foam sits patiently,Awaiting its fate. Cold, stiff lipsLean in harshly, ready to take sips.Brown liquid fills his soul andOozes bitterness. Heart stringsQuiver, tendinous in nature andTwist while strummed. Quenched, revived, vibrating chambersEcho and thrum, dun-dunHis breath turns sour like milk in sun,Fresh blood slurring through vessels,Cold lips electrified to warmth,Steamy, froth embraces …
It was just like any other day on the ward in Neurosciences. I had my regular 4 patient load assigned to me and while the day was not particularly busy, I was still on my feet for almost 10 hours of it. One of my patients was admitted for a brain …