E.

Pests sprint through
every chamber within my
brain

A horror film electrifies both eyes
with each scurry

An arm,
a leg,
my entire anatomy
performs an unsightly
dance that

ceases to stop
with all disregard to the
screams, the sirens,
and the pounding
of my bruising body
against the surface beneath me

Ninety seconds seems like a
whole night’s sleep
when awakened by clueless medics
poking my body with what feels like
any instrument they can get their hands on

Red flashing lights fade away to
familiar eyes waiting

Are you okay?

Yeah,

whatever that means.