My heart bent in two,
thumping against each wall
lub-dub, lub-dub, blub-blub,
the thumps get faster and faster, they echo like in the movies.
A state of vertigo clouding my footsteps
I even felt the wall move back, surreal, really.
My head heavy, I walked grudgingly ahead,
a wave of nausea, enveloped my being.
That was today.
Memories of blood, spilled flesh;all red
come striking back, unexpectedly.
A slight groan,a faint pulse;
vivid images, whistle blowing manic fools of front street tarred spectacle of blues.
Wheelbarrows, soft, this time carrying men,
creak under their pudginess.
Wheeled into their destiny, their respective beds,
one looks up, to see his half severed left foot, dangling.
Along came a muse, to shake my shoulders free,
they were bound in corridors of life and death.
I exhaled, the sweat, the nervousness,
their pain, took hold of my world from top to bottom, bottom to top.
White blurry swishes of nurses, saline dripping through a clear white tube,
washing away the grime, the already stale blood, all but red.
White cotton pure cloth winding away around the dangling piece of body part
from the sweatshops of law enforcement, plastered, it holds steady, ready to heal.
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