Hard to wait
calico walls
white light
bright around shadow fallen faces
eyes empty waiting in silence
it’s a waiting for now
grey and burgundy carpeted intrusion to my
system
the receptionists are friendly
smiling voices, buzzing business for them
a drone of numb for the seated rest
empty eyes embrace the brightness
of the cold room
I try to forget the grim reaper
who seeps his teeth into my calm
and shocks my thumping heart
I sit with my imaginings
vividness of dying organs wretched and
ravaged
havoc wreaked in multitudes, rotten
happenings
a killing monster growing, a pulling I have
no hold on
a sickening perceiving
multiplication of dread creatures devouring
the soft pinkness
thumping veins blister and squeal and
shriek
and twist to a dance of gun fire blazing
battlefield
pulsing things cower in corners,
no shelter from the devil of disease shooting
arrows at them
and I wish to the clouded sky above that I
could delve inside
and shield his carriage and rid the killing
monsters
but I can’t do it
the rotten riddling devours his machine
the fire is within
It’s burning has began
I sit
I wait
Calico walls
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