june 5th, 2013

they must remove your clothes, it's protocol-

they have to lay the pads on your bare skin,

or the electric shocks won't hurt at all-

the ribcage could refuse to let them in-

there's no humiliation in your cheeks,

no red-hot blush betraying guilt or shame-

it's in your brain; the signal's much too weak-

you're not awake enough to take the blame-

you feel a heat run through your abdomen,

then travel through your arms and fingertips-

it's blood, your blood, it pumps and moves again-

Alive! a sound of grief escapes your lips-

and you were dead - but be that as it may,

you'll live to see another summer's day