HERE🧠  (visceral revisited)

      
     
I shiver with a fever.      
The deep-throated sound      
of drones menace      
as they hover near a sickbed.      
     
It’s gonna be a long one,      
I can’t tell.      
I close my eyes, but      
there’s no chance to sleep.      
     
And it’s like I’m not here      
as I sit up, groggy and cold,      
while flames      
leap from my head.      
     
Hospital socks on my feet.      
The nightshirt clings,      
anonymously,      
and the IV drip runs dry.      
     
Every inch my body aches.      
What have they done,      
what torture awaits      
and why am I so afraid?      
     
Than ever I’ve known,      
It’s darker in this hall of night      
and blood glows,      
showing me the way.      
     
I hear a child crying      
and an old woman wailing;      
they both sound like me!      
I stand, quaking, petrified.      
     
Iron filings fall out my nose.      
A sight in the lunchroom      
cannibalizes why      
as his dull eyes stare at me.      
     
But it’s like I’m not here      
as the night guard      
holds in his gut,      
the rest hangs to the floor.      
     
     
     
 
Where it started:     
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/268955-here/