Kisses and Bullets
Nurses with guns roam the wards
and kiss the glass and lick the doors
fingers and feet itch to tenderly kill
and slow teeth slide and set to spill
Skin smells like the devil’s hair
and fingernails black and burn
dark eyes pierce the space and air
and minds slide and curve
Into walls, rooms, floors and heads
and in toilets, offices and beds
they seek for a whisper of fear or sweat
and smile and slaver when it’s scent
They whip out of dark quiet corners
the sick, dirty, clean and fit
and send each one to an early death
with a kiss and a bullet to the head
For medicine and expensive scans
and blood tests they have no care
only to receive the sweet golden kisses
from the devil who sits and stares
Blood stains on their lips and teeth
and to kill is not enough for them
to digest patients thoughts and flesh
feeds them a special kind of clarity
And so from nine to five
they kiss, kill and bite
to heal the sick and fit
with a bullet to the head.
By dissolvedlines
© 2008 dissolvedlines
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