COMA

Do you know who you are?

Do you know what happened to you?

Do you want to live your life that way?

Time is a perforated bowl

The Bitter fluid leaks like gallbladder tears

I envision the white dots on the black dress of my grandma

and they talk to me in a soft and sweet voice

“be careful sweetheart…when you gut a chicken

a drop of bile can waste the whole bird”

My thoughts are slaughtered and feather-plucked chickens

hung on the hooks, all lined up

The butcher has the cleaver, ready, in his hand

and a black cat paces on the floor

back and forth…. Back and forth

It’s dark, the maze is like the crooked neck

of a stork … ready to be cut… bloodless.

In the nooks, the whisper of the silence groans

Just a little more time… just a little more time

Time is a perforated bowel, drop… drop… dropping

the gallbladder’s bitter leakage…. sometimes slumbering sometimes awake

sometimes light sometimes dark….sometimes joy, sometimes terror

sometimes flying sometimes falling…crash and crumble

time is the sorrow of a sand granule

that falls inside the hourglass…. In infinity..

The line of feather-plucked chickens comes around

It’s dark… no light can be seen on the horizon

Even the end of the labyrinth is not in sight  

then anxiously waiting for the question of after the coma

When the breakdown is over.

Do you know who you are?

Do you know what happened to you?

Do you want to live your life that way?

©M.P.

* “ Do you know who you are? Do you know what's happened to you? Do you want to live this way?"
from : " Grey's Anatomy"