two candles lit for two lungs that need to breathe off the machine. pneumonia. doctor calls at four am and tells me she is back on the ventilator. crazy fears. i call through the dark to not be alone.
beautiful sex with my lover and seroquel to sleep, i try not to imagine her pain. today we visit and lay hands and sing over her sleeping body. they sedated her because she was fighting the machine, stubborn strong woman of my cells. i have hope and your prayers have been so wonderful to me. thank you so much. when i make it out of the woods, i'll have a lot to tell you. until then, this is a hell that writing about makes more real.
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My thoughts are with you.
oh my lady, i offer anything i have, whatever you need.
that all your angels, engines, fire, and grandmothers are there with you, fingers in your hair, right now. you don't have to write. just breathe. my thoughts are with you, be strong.
I love you. I burn a candle for her every day.
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