By Sonja Nitschke
It's just a line. Horizontal, not vertical. It seems to stretch, invisible, beyond the edges of the monitor.
It used to spike into jagged, baseless triangles. Not anymore.
There's a sound. A sustained beep that forgot to end. I put my fingers in my ears.
I don't hear the doctors state her time of death.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Not Lupus
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