Snap awake to a bright room, curved puffy walls
Soft to the touch, but my limbs are restricted
A strange device hums nearby, near this plastic chair
Tug at the shackles, simultaneously tug myself back to reality
In my silence, the room is mute – the air is stillness
In my muffled screams, the room hears naught – no one to care
The needles snap back, a forceful injection
What’s inside unknown, sustenance or venom?
My stomach feels full, a lack of hunger
Without the ingestion process, at their control
My mind feels clear, a lack of haze
Without critical thinking, at their control
The absolute powerlessness
Restriction of all flesh and form
An unchosen cage for an unknown time
Their needles probe, prod, prick away
Am I alive, if I’m not free?
Am I again a mere research toy to play?
I strain to recall the lunar names
But my memories have been erased
My synapses cultivated by doctors
As alien to me as anyone has ever been
The end of radiance
The end of free will
A prisoner as a patient
A corpse in suspension
Brain tries to gestate
Body tries to create
Their needles simply erase