the hospital
My footsteps echoed off the walls as I ran up the corridor. The basement of the hospital was abandoned. I was ready to fight my way into the morgue but when I got there no one was guarding it.
The burn unit filled up with poison gas. I alone was immune to the toxic effects. I ran up the hospital corridor. No one in the hospital knew I was alive. I erased my life from the computer data banks and gave my molecules over to the system.
Raised dots on a card I slid into a slot. The doors opened. A small television swung out over the bed.
I rolled a bed through the empty wing of the hospital. An empty life. Wave to me from the window. Ward 4-D.
Comments
Sometimes I wonder if you're the accident that already happened.
I used to try to stitch things together from nothing. Now I just try to keep myself from falling over from the side of the lucky.
Don't worry: There are plenty of beautiful people who would saw off their right arm to save you. I hope they're left-handed.
Is it just me that's happy to be ugly?
Posted by: cat | June 25, 2009 10:42 PM