Sunday Scribblings #232 – Treatment

19 Sep

So, immediately when I saw treatment, my brain latched onto a jilted lover. And, what follows is the rest.


When you told me,

“This is only going to hurt a little,”

I should of ran.

But, I stayed.

Let you inject me with poison

that stalled all reasoning,

turned my knees gelatinous,

and made my heart weak before

this final stage of stone.

You gave me the treatment.

The one given to all the others before me.

And to think

I thought I was special.

I was just another fool,

patient 1576-B

with plastic strapped to my wrist,

and a hospital gown, loose in the back.

A cold draft on my skin

mistook for the heat of your touch.

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