My Husband Took My Fingerprint While I Was Sedated

watch like she had somewhere more important to be.

Like her grandchild dying was an inconvenience to her schedule.

The medication they’d given me pulled at the edges of my consciousness. Not quite sleep, not quite waking.

I floated in that strange in-between space where sounds became distant and time stopped making sense.

Through the fog, I heard voices.continue reading …