Ambulance Chaser

 

AMBULANCE
CHASER


A glowing, blaring vehicle screeches and speeds through the roads,


I picture the interior splattered with blood,


I follow along on the roadside,

Follow
them into the white-tiled torture hotel,

Tiny
corpses bound in wire,

Hooked
up to silver-grey monsters,

Skeletal,
emaciated creatures,

Incarcerated
in tight white sheets stained with rusty liquid,

Needles
devour their bony wrists,

These
needles intoxicate them into a state of medicated delirium,

Lithium,
opium, oh to take the emotion-deadening pill,

The
wondrous cosmic drug,

A
clinical, cruel and doped wasteland,

Of
shining white and blinding light,

Where
they torture you for medicinal purposes,

Starve
you, drug you, then slash you open,

Take
away a part of you and leave you to wait for your disorientated awakening,

Leave
you with thread stitches that itch so the skin welts up,

And
the blood leaks through,

And
they come and jab you once again and the cycle continues ‘til death breaks you
free.

The End

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