Deepest Fear

— writing prompt: describe your greatest fear —

That smell;
clean yet septic,
faint yet pervasive.
Everywhere, that smell.
Oh, for a diversion.

The wait is torture,
the magazines old.
The lights colorless and bright,
the wall a lifeless green.
Noise, of no consequence.

The door hesitantly opens.
Brought back to the moment.
Those piercing words;
“She put up a brave fight,”
“We did all we could do.”