|Waiting room nightmares
Author: WordsTasteLikeCaramel PM
The world isn't photoshopped, you know.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 252 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 07-28-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3045557
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Doctors' waiting rooms.
Sterilized thoughts- nothing but fog and haze,
Like pollution in the air.
Thick cotton candy clouds,
Dropped in the mud and rotting
Like the teeth in a mouth.
Scare crow boys, with nowhere to go,
Untucked shirts, stained tea-brown,
Like the morals they've been taught-
Nursery rhymes of cigarette smoke
Punch-drunk relatives and rebellion.
Stand and puff, paint tar on their lungs,
In some stranger's garden.
Rag-doll girls with floppy smiles
And tattered gossamer gowns-
Casting spells and going grocery shopping in
Used to uncensored ways,
No Photoshop to burn away
The dry blood and sticky,
School glue tears.
Tap your foot in time
To the clock over the exit,
Diagnose yourself; berate white-blood cells
With sleep tender eyes,
Texting teenagers, beanies pulled down low-
The 16-year-old, with doe-eyes and chipmunk cheeks,
Tugging at her tummy, pinching whale blubber,
And looking sickened, stinging bile
In her fly-paper throat.
Cries of dooms day
And don't mix vanilla with chocolate,
Out in the street, like demented mocking birds,
With throbbing Adams apples,
Nuclear waste in their skulls
And swollen opinions-
Check your watch,
The hypnotist's hour hand
And mild mannered minute hand-
Meet in slow-motion, old friends
Who hate one another
In sad silence-
Time for life to start again.
Pick the sleep from your eyes.
It was just a nightmare-