you've gone stark mad
the doctor will see you now
he lays you down on puffy calico bed
you stare at the cieling
and follow the cracks in the paint
to find patterns of sheep, dogs and dragons
your stomach growls as a violent force
drives you to the side of your bed
and vomit precisly onto the floor
specks and drops spew over the harsh white tile
the doctor turns in disgust
as he is by bile projectiles
cursing under his breath
he turns to you once more
still hunched over facing now the floor
so you stare at the ground
trying to make patterns out of the meandering crevices
of dirt
you make them into wallabys, cats and unicorns
the mind spins your growing so very dizzy
he peers at you through those threatening spectacles
and writes his little notes on that scary notebook
the ballpoint pen he has is no longer
a writing instrument but
a lethal dagger
so you panic and leap onto the doctor
pummeling across his face
with fists of desperation
you relent back the doctor grabs your wrists
and commands you to relax
he is insane you conclude
with that dagger in his hand
he really thinks that I should relax
he is mistaken
you pounce on him once more
this time your hands around his vieny old neck
your shaking so uncontrolably
that you grow yet more angry
that he is doing such an atrocity to you
he brought you into this room
forced you to lay down
stares at you with such scrutiny
He wants you dead
you want him dead
hands firm around his neck
squeezing harder
harder
harder
and snaps his neck
"Doctor Helmes, are you ok? Sleeping on the job. Now, now you
know you have another patient at 2:00 this afternoon."
"Oh my. I must've dosed off. The strangest dream I was having
a nightmare without a doubt. I think I'm going to retire soon,
Mrs. Rose."
"Why? Doctor Helmes. Your doing so well with these poor people."
"Well, Mrs. Rose. I don't think the field of Psychology
is right for me anymore. Maybe I need more help then
these people do." |
Submission Name: Patient at 2:00 pm
