Titans
[13] MERC

My hands move,

before my brain can tell them to.

Here in the artificial glow,

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and neat and clean and bright,

another person takes over

my limbs.

No black, no dark –

the recently familiar

is scrubbed clean here,

save for my dirty footprints

tracing a path back to the dust.

And with newly found supplies,

this newly found me

works.

With white threads,

coloured bottles – the smell

of chemicals circles in my nose.

Silver metal clinking,

clean fabric crinkling,

and the blood staining

the sheets, my hands, my clothes.

A gasp.

“I think she’s waking up.”

And I know what to do

without knowing,

move for the solution

without solving.

I’m a working machine

that doesn’t recall being switched on –

and more disturbingly, doesn’t recall

being a machine

at all.

And I fix her

under the LED glow. Even though

I’m surrounded by people

I barely know (I barely know

her). Because we’re all trapped

by the unknown

in this place –

both outside and around and in –

and there’s no escape.

“How are you doing that?” he asks.

And I remove the bullet.

And I clean away the blood.

And I stitch up the wound.

And I wrap it with fabric.

And I tell the truth.

“I don’t know.”

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