And The Doctor Cried: "Bliss!"
I have come to the realization that hospitals are the best place to catch the latest trends in fashion- albeit strange. Reason?
It wasn't unfamiliarity per say. It was more of the willingness to want to relate, but can't.
So I proceeded to sit on a long bench,
And in the opposite direction sat three people:
A young mother,
Held a baby: The daughter of early beginnings looked quite shirty.
Long mitts of sleepless nights were wrapped around her tiny hands,
Yellow - flowered shoes the size of a whisper, were first deemed too tight, then very interesting, then of no use once again.
And the mother: Her blue scarf was the length of tiredness,
Donning weary eyes and an elegiac smile as the stellar accessories, in colours of brown and nude, respectively.
Her green muddy flats had stravaged through unrelenting remedies; maybe a few layers of vomit.
A name was called. She hoisted her interesting baby upon her shoulders. She left. Paediatric ward.
Next: A middle aged lady.
Clocking around her late thirties maybe.. I was no good with ages.
She wore a black skirt symbolic of one who carries the weight of diligence, and white heels the length of intimidation.
She dusted off the sleeves of her navy blue jacket,
Gently. The material was probably made by the designer called: a lot of money,
Beautiful. She looked...important.
A name was called. With strides of click-clacking faith, yet uncertainty. She left. Oncology ward.
Lastly: an elderly woman,
Grey hair toussled in waves of nostalgia, the ends a light shade of melancholy,
Brown slippers implied one who had walked and had meant it,
Maybe even owned it.
Large red flannelled shirt, the top button undone: she was dangerous- but only when she felt like it.
Loose black trousers screamed "Fragile, but I really don't want your pity"
Pink sunglasses the size of deliberate.
A name was called. A nurse came by. She was put on a wheelchair. She left. Cardiac ward.
I wore nothing.
The night stayed by my side, yet our names were never called.
We never left.
We couldn't relate.
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