Sep 12, 2022
2 min read
POETRY
The Hospital Suite
Prose Poem
The loud wails of an old woman in a black veil in the suite next to mine punctured my soul and ears every day, four days to be precise. Only two suites on that small floor… dreaded loneliness could be sensed in that space despite some human presence. It was a hospital suite — I didn’t know when hospital rooms turned into suites. People said I was lucky to get one. Nothing…
