Nurse’s Hallucinations

You’ve signed up your death warrant

At the time of throwing a lie straight in my eyes

Giving yourself at work

And taking back after hours

Implementing things in an inconsistent way

In greyscale

Without a face, phonic, feelings

With apathetic stability

Of properly oiled machine

Falling asleep, awakening, consuming

At exactly the same hours

Every day with an extremely indistinct concept

Encapsulated in the inverted society

Concocting a charge against me

With confirmation of a contradictory concurrence

In the shape of each meeting

Not left in vain

Yet scrupulously transformed

Into a programme for the mentally ill

But I’m out of there

Fiercely forced to find the syringe containing the antidote

To the whole rotten world

Injecting shitty venom into me with all scrutiny

Of a nurse on duty

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When those healing hands

Turned into a deadly weapon?

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To her

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6 July 2021

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