Alzheimer’s

The flies buzzed in the white space around her thoughts

Like the snow on the TV and the fuzzy cavern of her ailing brain

In the space between her skin and brittle bones they switched their spiny feet

The panic rose before the bile, the tentative grip releasing and the black space advancing

Oh, Vince. Don’t leave me here alone. But his name was Bill.

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