I remember hospitals.
Walking through them as a native child, no fear in sight.
An mask over my face and telling me to sleep.
Now they fill me with fear as sharp needles are stuck in.
Blood is taken and needles replaced with tubes.
Bags hanging from IV poles as I cry into the distant night.
OR's wore worse on me than admittance.
They cold air that felt artificial.
Dizzying bright lights and a bed I barely fit in.
Straps to hold me down.
Nurses and doctors surrounding me as I silently begged through unheard tears.
"Stop.." I silently begged.
No more.
Mercy please..
it never came.
