do you ever cry, doctor?
silence,
silence.
cold air,
beeping time bombs,
the lingering effect of devastation.
white walls caress their skin, burns their eyes
warm hands grasp onto cold skin, plenty of eyes flicker as one stared,
as the monitor's melody slowly faded into oblivion.
yet the doctor just stood
checked his papers,
then left.
heartless?
guilty.
