the restless harmonics
of machines and alarms;
beeps and tones,
bells and tones,
monitors, pumps, drips, drops —
all crying out for the attention
of rolling eyes and pastel scrubs.
all assaulting the ear
and abducting attention.
all chanting, out of sync:
”don’t you die on me”
RJ Flannigan is an East Coast transplant now writing out of Seattle, WA. His literary style combines the aggression and edge of a Northeast upbringing with the natural beauty of his West Coast surroundings.