A room with the sun shining through the windows

Chairs, magazines and pamphlets on tables

And I had the chills

Waiting…

Hoping they would never get to me

Girl after girl, young and old

I felt shame

The more time that went by, the more my anxiety augmented

It took them hours

And suddenly, I was walking into my night mare

But they dazed me, I was there but I wasn’t

Laying there with only socks and a gown

And a needle in my arm feeling lower than the ground

Wishing my life was over instead

 I walked out that homicide scene, but emotionally scared  

Broken.