Memory Wipe in 3017

Click!

Hiss.

A hand caresses,

A metal can.

It glistens green,

Alluringly,

Seductively.

He despises it,

But adores it.

It teases him,

Droplets sliding down the side.

Drink me.

Enjoy me.

Love me,

It whispers.

And so,

Like a chalice,

He raises it,

Pouring sweet nectar down his throat.

Internally,

Bubbles explode,

And dance upon his tongue.

Euphoria!

If only,

Euphoria was eternal.

A White Coat, enters.

You ready? He asks.

You nod,

Doggedly,

Determinedly.

He motions,

You follow.

You sit,

Encircled by steel.

Arms clamped,

Feet shackled,

Head concealed.

Memories flash.

Heartache,

Guilt,

Rejection,

Jealously.

All in all,

The downs and the downs in life.

Teeth clenched,

Eyes shut,

You signal,

That You Are Ready.

A curt nod,

And buttons are pressed.

You see white,

You hear ringing,

You smell electric,

You feel burning.

It is over.

Where am I?

Why am I here?

No, thank you.

No, no compulsion.

I did?

He leaves.

Ambivalent,

Unaware,

Disbelieving.

He strolls,

Ambling,

Towards nowhere.

But the sun,

Is unforgiving.

He’s hot, and thirsty,

His throat screams,

I’m parched!

A store,

He sees one.

A fridge,

He sees one.

Metal cans,

Of varying colours,

Of various brands,

Proffer themselves.

A hand hovers,

And plucks one out.

Green has always been his favourite colour.