10, 9, 8, 7, 6.......
Deep breaths calm me as the strip lighting burns my skin.
Warm air is passed across my body but my feet are cold
And full of doubt.
Eyes look down at me, smiling through masks
Repeating questions - already knowing the answers.
The faint smell of fear shrouded by disinfectant and germs
Tickles at my throat threatening a cough.
A rush of senses sweeps across my chest
- then black.
I'm drunk, I'm confused.
Arms restrict my hands as they check for my face.
Wheels turn and the ceiling moves,
Strip light after light.
It is done. I exhale.
Tears follow relief, follows more questions
- then pain.