The car door opens to flush red interior
Satanic discourse of blood ravaged body
Moaning incoherently
As Pristine Gurney Sheets bleed crimson

Sickened by the rancid flesh
Aghast at the destructive force
Demonic spirit incited by an alcohol induced rage
Clothes awash with blood and booze

Secluded and alone under the surgeon's knife
Cutting cooly with detached benovlence
Each stitch knitted
with crystalline steely care

But the deed is done
There is no resolution
The last gasp wheezes
From butcher knife slices

Angelic hosts sigh
The soul's loss is near
Awaiting Beelzebub's wrath
At Hade's door

01/18/2005

Author's Note: I once volunteered in an emergency room. It was the first and only time I did so.

Posted on 01/18/2005
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