Nicholas Calhoun: First Place, October ’10

In the dim lit corner of a hospital room lays the bed where a woman recovers. An IV trickles the numbing remedy, letting all the bones in her body gush like blood. In her hazy state she sits, letting time heal the wounds that hide in her skin. Only the deceased in the back of her mind push her back to life. The heart monitor slowly beeps, proving that hope has not left yet. A human being just as you and me leaves a path for others to follow. Even with death dancing on her body this woman, sister, lover, mother does not cower. She lies in cotton wearing a soft smile, with her delicate determination to see tomorrow.

Nicholas Calhoun