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Post by misterpoet on Jan 19, 2007 23:11:11 GMT -5
the day after the incident, i woke up paralyzed.
it seemed an eternity, though only moments; my legs, arms or anything in-between wouldn't get me off this bed – and my mouth would not leap out the words "help."
only my eyes moved and they searched the walls wondering if i were dreaming.
i sat in the waiting room only minutes, when two nurses rushed out to me with a neck brace and wheelchair.
i only got to watch a few seconds of television but it was always something about president bush.
the nurses were young and delightful, making sure i was comfortable; smiling as they walked away. i wish they'd stay.
the hallway was a monotone white with the subliminal messages written within it after years of watching death. my room wasn't much better.
the old guy next to me had slobber coming down the side of his face. his gums slapped together but no sound retreated his ancient lips, dry and wrinkled.
his eyes stared into mine empty and lifeless, his thin gray hair matted to his skin from the pillow. that's all i could see of him.
they closed the curtain between me and him then i heard wheels rolling on the tiled floor.
i lay bed-ridden in this hospital, as i'd fallen thirty feet they thought it best that i not move.
i stared at this black-spot on the ceiling no larger then a fingernail - it drove me crazy, so i sat up before my mind killed myself.
the nurse ran in, "no, you'd better not," i looked at her and laughed "tie me down then." ( she was a monster inside a woman suit. )
my nose always itches at the wrong times, but luckily my mother was there to scratch it for me.
i'm guessing they didn't find me as funny as i wanted to be.
though it's funny even more-so that they didn't want me to move because i could have something seriously broken, but during x-rays, they bend me like a twizzler.
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