Padded Paradise

Endless hallways, splattered with white paint.
Large windows flood the halls with sunlight.
The world outside, fresh air, trees. I shuffle in my restraints.
They hold me down, tighten my cuffs. Tell me not to fight.

The vertical stretcher is uncomfortable, a stray wire digs into my spine.
Eyes peer from minute slits in heavy metal doors.
They retreat quickly, uncaring, they’ve seen it all before.
We stop. I’m unshackled. They lead me to a door, this cell is mine.

Soft padding cushions my feet, the door is still open,
The guards stand behind a doctor. He speaks but I don’t listen.
The light is mesmerising, I’m drawn to it. I’m stuck in the moment.
The light fades. No! It was so attractive. The world turns black, my body stiffens.

How long has he been dead for? His skin has faded.
Get him on the stretcher, he needs to be cremated