Bright yellow plastic,
Lined up on the wall
Sour smell of medicine
And disinfectant fluids.
Shrill screams of children,
Anxious parents close by,
Fatigued faces,
Caretakers.
Prisoners, heads hanging in shame,
Some in cuffs you can see,
Others in ones that you can't,
Paraded down the corridors.
Waiting, watching audience,
Time ticking on by,
Disdain and fear written all over their faces,
Privacy is nonexistant.
A lone broken girl,
On the bright yellow plastic,
Lifeless eyes fixed on the floor,
Body slumped in defeat.
1 comment:
Nimhaans isn't all that bad a place, My late Aunt worked there as a doctor. ND i've been there my self many times for various different tests. ;)
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