Bluebonnets and Iv's
Statuesque.
Cradling mortality.
Watching drywall become
constellations.
~
Bluebonnet fields
taller than he's ever seen
the wind makes them all dance
~
Sterile conversations
Latex gloves snapping in unison
Clapping for the waking dreamer
"He's not out of the woods, yet"
~
Voices intermingled
Rushed movements
Erratic beeps.
"Steady"
Crimson trickles down his
chest. The only feeling left.
~
Smiling faces- blurry, unfamiliar.
"Rest now. We'll answer anything you
want. But, for now. You need to be still."
He fights the urge to break free of Intervenous
shackles. Run back to the bluebonnet field.
Where he remembered who he was.
-James Kelley 2019
Copyright © James Kelley | Year Posted 2019
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