I stare at a Line I will see no more
Knees go weak,
Now standing chest deep,
My Head goes under
My Mind...asunder
My Lungs fill with fish air
eyelashes brush at the salt,
as the lights flicker to black.
Clamps hold my wrists
and lock my feet in place-
Stuck in this wooden chair
a wet towel over my brow,
knowing that now as the hat touches my head--
A light flashes before my eyes...
No
In my eyes to the core,
Then.....nothing more.
I'm set in straps.
My bolted bed surrounded by doctors,
Like proctors judging me.
A mosquito stings,
I drift to sleep-
And awake no more.....
Author notes
Fish air is what they live in for who don't get that part.
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