Metronome

A broken metronome of breathe and beat

Silence shattered by only exhalation

Between long pauses

And monitor blips

A mummy unwrapped

Barely more than a skeleton with skin

Hidden below bright sheets

Sucking in stale air

A scream breaks the stillness

Shouts at apparitions

Fall to stoic family members

And the beige cracked walls

The silence regains hold

And the metronome stops

The monitor’s whines turn to screeches

The room floods