They're gonna have a look to see if any of my life is left. Science has found my cure. The warden is rolling me on towards my cell. Six by six by seven. Padded for my safety.
Nothing comes in, and nothing goes out.
Muffled and padded and empty. But, I'll be cured. I try again. I'm in the seat, the harness tight, the car rattling upward. Here my heart should race and my blood pump, my eyes water and my stomach clench.