the facility
locked doors and keypads guard me
inconsistent bright lights shine as
my smile flickers off
a low hum the only thing heard
over distant shouts and the tapping of feet
getting closer
and closer. . .
and then they are here
harsh commands being thrown back and forth
as well as guns and ammunition
loud boots drowning out my thoughts
devils in white coats follow them
syringes and needles tucked safely away
so no one else can praise them
clipboards and notepads
trapped in their arms
pens scratching out words no one will read
the swift click of a loaded gun
and a shot
one has been found, not quiet enough to
hide in these walls
watching
waiting