The Coma

She’s trance-trapped in her own body With sealed lip yelling for help Wondering how she got to the dark side She just felt so boring in there Her spirit has been un-snugged to an unknown There she lay ‘deadless’, yes ‘deadless’! Like a witty wood in the mercies of its creator. Suddenly, she saw sparks of light with her eyes wild shut But she knew that what she thought she saw must have been a goof Or perhaps flashes from blizzards reverie imaginary Probably as a result of an overdosed procaine- Well, she prayed it remained a thought. But what if it wasn’t, what if she was walked through the light? And she gave up without any brutal effort from her mired state? But the reflection of what would be of her; her fat bank account; and husband Or her kins and kindred spirits made her subconsciousness flutter with a silent sound But when maddening sensation hits her numbness Feeling the frozen fresh breeze caressing her skin, she mused. If the claws of heaven had caught her (she wished) Or was she readied to be autopsied? She thought of how her tanned skin would be mutilated- A forgotten feast for some hungry maggots to devour… It dawned on her, that she must break mute and squirt an SOS sound A breath, a hiss, or a moan, anything! Again, she yells, but it was squingy. She felt like succumbing to the deafness of her mute noise With open arms, she’d welcome her ensnared delirium, a panic from a dream- As she still can’t feel anything and herself… She’s trance-trapped in her own body With sealed lip yelling for help Wondering how she got to the dark side It just felt so boring in there PS: the light walked through her.