The plastic band a sterile squeeze
by Luc
· 29/11/2025
Published 29/11/2025 15:27
The plastic band, a sterile squeeze,
Brought my own body to its knees.
The numbers flashed, a stark white line,
A quiet judgement, not quite mine.
They spoke a language, sharp and cold,
A story in the numbers told.
My pulse, a drum against the wall,
Waiting for the final call.