Alchemizing Chaos: A Dance with Mortality

there's an allure to witnessing an unraveling...

I subconsciously wrote this free verse poem while staring at a hospital ceiling with an IV in each arm, wondering if I’d be able to see tomorrow. I questioned my mortality as I glanced at my husband, who had fallen asleep sitting in a chair with his head on the hospital bed.

While laying there quietly with the soft beeping of the hospital machines in the…