Inside the Machine

Lay still.

hmmmmm
buzzzzzzzzz. JINK!!!

Chuck, chuck, chuck
SHPEHHHHHHHH BANG!!!

Bombs dropping all around. I’m enclosed.
Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide.
Uproar the bind, constraining me to my mind.
Bombs fall on my head. Hope I’m not dead.

Lay still.

Jack hammers breaking stone. I’m surrounded.
Digging a pit around me. Trapping me.
Panic on my face. Facing tall walls with no escape.
Jack hammers eat concrete. I can’t feel my feet.

Lay still.

Kangaroos kicking my chest. I’m reverberating.
Thumping me. Repeatedly.
Vibrations in my brain. Arms numb with strain.
Kangaroos knock out my breath. This machine is death.

Lay still.

Minutes leaving my cognition. I’m entranced.
Slipping into panic. World fades to timeless state.
There is no trend. I see no end.
Minutes stretch into chaos. Instinct says fight, turn and toss.

Lay still.

Thoughts multiplying like cancer. I’m engulfed.
Stealing focus. Mind jumps like lightning.
Brainwaves are too choppy. Images come out sloppy.
Thoughts scream fear. MRI lady says “try again dear.”

Lay still.