Words blurred and I lost consciousness.
My eyes opened but that was all.
Questions. Answers flooded my mind, but hid from my lips.
Modeled to the crowd – injected into the wheeled circus.
Bed paraded down the hall, as if it takes that many to push it.
Cancer haunted rooms, tests, and lips.
Eerie. Silent. Except for the beeps.
Time stood still. Where was there to go?
Trapped in a machine where the monster came out of hiding.
Meanwhile wrinkly old men pondered their speeches.
“You have brain cancer.”