A female form floated above the bed
On which my wounded body lay,
Her long lovely hair Splaying slowly,
Her face and form increasing in clarity
And nude voluptuousness on the ceiling.
My eyes locked on the colorful image…
As my surprised eyes roamed the earthy
Transitional moves of the curvy images,
The tongue and lip silent whispers, I
Faintly heard the hospital door opening…
A pretty nurse came to my bed, looked above:
“We’re experimenting with a new ‘Curative
Technique’ for our brave war soldiers:
Would you like to try the ‘CT’ innovation?
BR Chitwood – January 25, 2022
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