Gone

Fluorescent lights are strewn
across the ceiling
like cat scratches -

I wonder who
escaped from here - not me,
body heavy as the sheet
that covers
the blood that I'm leaking.

It's too late to stop
anything, but I still
have to put in the work
for a loss.

Nothing is beeping.
The silence aches
in my belly.

I'm rendered
noiseless.