White.
All around me,
Everything I see--
White.
Blinded by lights,
Brighter than the sun,
Iridescent and reflected by
all of the
White.
A sickly woman in a nightgown.
A set of tubes.
"Breathe through your nose."
A series of small bites
in a location that I can't find.
And then the scream of some horrid machine,
Like the scream of an insolent child.
A large,
violent pain is radiated.
The smell of burning is the same as its taste.
Curled toes,
Tense muscles,
Wet eyes.
"Are you okay?"
More drugs.
Eyes closed,
everything moves at a slow pace,
as if I'm simply watching it happen
from a stool in the corner.
Writhing,
the sound of crunching bones
somewhere in my head.
"Just breathe through your nose."
Yeah.
Okay.
A hand pulls a string,
but I don't feel anything.
Like a puppet doing its master's bidding,
so I obey and succumb to this disembodied hand.
Slowly I am lifted
from the dream world I am in.
Bright lights fade,
I am reborn as a helpless child.
But I have legs just the same as you.
I can ******* walk,
so let me walk.
Don't you see?
Those drugs don't make me incapable of handling myself.
...Or do they?
"Don't stand up so fast."
Don't worry.
I know the limitations of this new person.
But the taste of blood reminds me of who I was.
And going back is equally as scary as going forward.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 11:18 AM UTC
White.
All around me,
Everything I see--
White.
Blinded by lights,
Brighter than the sun,
Iridescent and reflected by
all of the
White.
A sickly woman in a nightgown.
A set of tubes.
"Breathe through your nose."
A series of small bites
in a location that I can't find.
And then the scream of some horrid machine,
Like the scream of an insolent child.
A large,
violent pain is radiated.
The smell of burning is the same as its taste.
Curled toes,
Tense muscles,
Wet eyes.
"Are you okay?"
More drugs.
Eyes closed,
everything moves at a slow pace,
as if I'm simply watching it happen
from a stool in the corner.
Writhing,
the sound of crunching bones
somewhere in my head.
"Just breathe through your nose."
Yeah.
Okay.
A hand pulls a string,
but I don't feel anything.
Like a puppet doing its master's bidding,
so I obey and succumb to this disembodied hand.
Slowly I am lifted
from the dream world I am in.
Bright lights fade,
I am reborn as a helpless child.
But I have legs just the same as you.
I can ******* walk,
so let me walk.
Don't you see?
Those drugs don't make me incapable of handling myself.
...Or do they?
"Don't stand up so fast."
Don't worry.
I know the limitations of this new person.
But the taste of blood reminds me of who I was.
And going back is equally as scary as going forward.
