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             Room 513


Her condition made her

mutter, convulse and coil,

and her next of kin were

on edge, politely cruel,


most waiting in the hall

for her essential signature--

just a ragged fish, after all,

and a good weekend spoiler.


She scribbled just hours shy

of a Salisbury steak supper,

pickled in concentrated pee


as the loved ones left slowly,

but not too slowly, leaving her

writhing in a thickening sea.