I’m Sorry, It’s a Brain Disease
The tests were done a week ago,
And these ten minutes have become
A lifetime.
Little stuffed wolves line the walls;
Precious, fuzzy, smiles forced
Onto beastly faces.
There are no smiles in this
Monochromatic hell-hole.
This is the doctor’s office.
As the doctor walks in
The beasts bleed back into the walls.
I don’t know what I want to hear.
Anything but this.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment