Terminal Ticking


Doctors chime in and out



examining beeps.



Faster and slower,



always on time.



Thy naked head



often in gaze of worry.



Medicine licks



my inner core.



It jumps and spins,



but never heels.



Like a canine



tied for years.



The beeps stop,



it seems my time is up.

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