Where do I put my hands?
Your lips are not your next meal
Not like you’re running a marathon
Morse code won’t help you here
Your heart thinks it’s in a rock band
Fear not, oxygen is plentiful
Your vision turns black
Your eyes try to shield the bright lights
Subtle chatter clouds your thoughts
Your mouth fails to form the words
The end of suffering approaches you
You reach the opening of the dark tunnel
Your brain searches for questions
You think this may just be the end
Your slate is cleared to start afresh
You remember back to before it changed
You tell the broken story unwillingly
You look at the scars on your innocent body
You feel the cold night air on your bare skin
You fall rigidly to the unfavourable ground
Ma’am, mind you explain what’s on your mind?
What is it that happened on that night?
What would you say was your last memory?