pink liquid by John Grochalski

there is pink liquid
in the syringe
and i am at the mercy
of the gods
in this bright room

pink liquid
and as he cleans her leg
i begin to cry again
stroke her ears
and tell her that it is all right

what a fighter she was

there is pink liquid
that he holds up to the light
like wine in a chalice
but her head is still moving a bit
i tell him

it’s covered in my tears

pink liquid
almost neon and lively
i think
as he shoots the solution
into her

and she sighs
one last time

pink liquid
like the tongue that is now
hanging out

a pink so soft and peaceful

that i just know
i’ll hate that color
for the rest of my
fucking life.

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