Waiting Room Read Count : 39

Category : Poems

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Hums and murmurs of hushed speech fill the air.
The occasional sharp intake of pained breath cuts through the fog of whispers.
Sullen faces buried in paper and glass. Written distractions.
Silence cuts as a door cracks.
JOHN SMITH
Quiet grumbles.
A smug face rises. Pain returns to their face as they move towards the lit doorframe.
Cant let the doctor think theyre too well

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