life support

laying still I can hear
the rhythm of my heart
(whistles and chimes)
my steady breathing
In. Out. Perfect.
above my head
dripping
never ending
gentle whirring
the right then the left
puffs of air against my calves
you leave me breathless
tears against my cheeks
cannot be checked, wiped
Do you notice?
instructed
informed
rarely asked
I had no clue, no choice
it's for my own good they say
technological wonder
(medieval torture)