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Hospital Forest Prickling Me
Hospital forest pricking me not so lightly
Owlish creatures staring at me
Not as a person
but a body
One they knew they could not save
But they needed for experimenting
I flinched whenever I saw them
Knowing their intent was to pretend
They were not there to hurt me
Devil's Minions
Doing his work, evil in their hearts.
Just one little pinch, they would lie
Hoping I would hate them
Not to worry, I did, as they took parts of me daily
Sleeping here was impossible
Whirring machines, laughter of nurses who had no one
to speak to in the day time
Sleep interruption an hourly thing
Here is a new one
Waking me up out of a sound sleep
Devil's they are
Heathens
Infidels.
Hospital forest.
Where the
Evil ones
lurk
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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