i sit beside you,

cold hands pressing twilight

on our skin

and milky vomit,

it would seem,

coating your lips.

That is all.

You don't look too sick,

i think.

But, duh,

of course you are.

i sit beside you,

dark moon hollow and

rising,

the fluorescent bulbs flickering and

buzzing

like dying flies.

That is all.

This room isn't too scary,

i think.

You lay

beside me,

smothering alcohol,

Lysol, and

antibacterial wash

burning and choking us,

and the whiteness blinding us;

metal tools gleaming like

flashes of silver fins

darting out of

white foam.

Okay,

so maybe

this room is pretty creepy,

i think.

But that is all.

We are so close to one another,

and the red-eyed monster is so close to you;

its eye watches you at all times-

zooming across its face and

jigging up and down,

and all it ever says

is

beep,

beep,

beep.

Still,

that is all.

Okay,

so maybe this room is pretty damned freaky,

i think.

Your hand presses tighter,

donut powder sprinkling down,

the snow of pain gripping your knuckles in ice;

and just like everything else,

you are white.

That is all,

even though

you're pretty damned sick,

that is all.

…

Only,

oops,

i guess that isn't all,

because i hadn't noticed your eyes.

Brown.

What?

Brown.

Nonononono,

that's not right at all,

they're supposed to be blue.

They're supposed to be

marble eyes,

but,

there is nothing marble about them.

They are flat, like mine,

but chocolate dark.

What?

And when i ask him about it,

he laughs softly.

"You didn't know? They were contacts"

And that

really

is all.