One Time is All it Takes

White scratchy sheets greets the patient

in the cold hard morning. In mourning

for those around him, he lies still and quiet,

hoping the air is as poisonous as it smells.

Nothing quells his fears:

not the bright fluorescent suns,

not the still flowers with

the gentle note card that only sours

the rooms. Here she looms overhead,

the nurse, that curse, her fingers like cold lead

hold my arm still. The whine in my ears is shrill

now (kill now, kill now) but the needle enters quick.

Syringe filled with black ooze creatures

faces look up at me oh-be-free-oh-be-free

they squeal but she does not notice, nor

does the Doctor-face-mask pour screams

from the edges they seep, creep, crawl

down his face into my eyes like flies on

a corpse (I must be dead, I must be dead)

let it all fall out like organs on the steel

dissection table, “he was stable but now

just so much meat”, meet the Grim but

don't let him see your guts, he doesn't

deserve someone like you who grew in a tube...

you flew over the nest too far,

and one time is all it takes.    

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

not the still flowers with
the gentle note card that only sour

not the still flowers with
the gentle note card that only sour

Wow this is really deep. You did a really good job with the imagery and portrayal :)

[Benjamin]

Thank you! I was inspired by "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest".