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The light has never shined as bright as the memories that flash before my eyes.<br />
And before the darkness.<br />
RN Margaret Gossle, she/they<br />
Her number: 2516247.<br />
“Any family?”<br />
I scribble “none associated” without receiving the<br />
unnecessary response.<br />
“Any possessions?”<br />
I indicate her “beaten rucksack” without need for<br />
further investigation.<br />
Island.<br />
Her plot: unspecified pneumonia ward on Hart<br />
My eyes wander from the toe I tag beneath my<br />
gloved fingers to her face.<br />
The last beads of sweat escape from her ice-hot<br />
and Blackened skin, hiding the phlegm stains on the<br />
bedsheets of her predecessors. It is a sight to see, the<br />
artistry lain in my possession.<br />
Another day, another twenty-two-year-old lost to<br />
the system, another smile defeated by the light and<br />
another story confused with another’s and another’s.<br />
By Masha I<br />
“I won’t forget your story, Lucille de León,” I whisper.<br />
A sheet covers her body but nothing keeps her from being seen.<br />
I won’t let AIDs keep you from living the life you would’ve. The days you dreamt of. A part of the society<br />
you worked so hard to make.<br />
Today is my birthday and a cake is being baked for pick-up as I stand in awe of the bodiless soul I<br />
encounter here. But there is nothing to celebrate.<br />
By Emma B (Year 12)
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