(Originally posted on my Medium page)
Patient,
On a table.
She was
A doctor.
Injured,
And out;
He was
The captain.
Hunted
In the haunts
It roamed
As the hunter.
Shredded,
Glam mag
And made
Confetti.
No lights,
No bells,
No farewell
Thoughts;
What is
Had just
Become
What was.
