It was dreamlike. Hallucinatory.
The sense of calm almost startling.
The smell of sanitary burned my nose.
I, the only bacteria left.
Yes there were narcotics, but I was used to them.
Decisions were being made.
You were there, as if you had a right.
The final document was presented
to formalize legal protections for all.
I signed wanting it to be necessary.
The ink dried red to me.
Blue to Crimson,
with the addition of oxygen.
Just like blood.
And I smiled. And nearly drowned again.