i was walking to my home
fully bundled for winter
when i feel pain in my arm
i open door slowly checking
who could be home this early
i bend over to reach my shoe
something fell off my pocket
pack of painkiller and receipt
i can't remember going to doctor
nor passing by pharmacy for cure
then i feel hard wrap on my arm
cast; sharp pain, i wake up shaking
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