It is such a cold bed
upon which I lie,
such a cold foundation
(lies)
Voices mutter
yet I am mute
stripped
(lying)
exposed.
The slamming of a door
startles
yet I am rigid.
Willingly
I offer
vitals
expertly excised
and examined.
Yet I lie
(lie?)
wide eyed,
expectant.
Coldly catalogued
disspassionately
Dissected.
Yet I lie
(lie?)
uncovered.
Wide eyed,
The light blinds.
The testing
completed
they move on.
Heartlessly
providing
no covering
no offer of warmth.
Expectantly
yet I lie
Still.
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